Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“Boss’ orders are that no one is allowed to approach except for the man himself,” said Jasper, the leader of Team Nine, who was tasked with protecting Gwendolyn at the villa.

He swiftly moved in, blocking the way of the group and giving Quintrell, the other party’s leader, a cold and stern look.

Cedrick had entrusted Gwendolyn’s safety entirely to Jasper while he was away. Being in such a precarious situation, Jasper had to remain vigilant at all times.

Quintrell, about to touch the door, paused mid-motion and slowly retracted his hand, tucking it into his pocket.

Glancing at the imposing figure in front of him, Quintrell turned to Channing, his displeasure evident on his face. “Mr. Kron, the house rules you have here are quite interesting. How dare a mere watchdog like him act so arrogantly?”

Channing chuckled, dismissing his comment. “Sorry, but my people only follow the rules and don’t really pay attention to who they’re talking to. Besides… You haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, have you?”

The languid expression on Channing’s face faded, and he warned Quintrell, “If your memory is failing you, I won’t mind reminding you whose territory you’re treading upon. I believe that like me, Mr. Wendell won’t like those who don’t follow the rules, especially disobedient watchdogs.”

The atmosphere grew cold.

Quintrell’s plan to breach the room was busted. His gaze gradually sharpened in frustration behind his sunglasses, and his fist clenched within the recesses of his pocket.

Unyielding, Jasper held his ground, blocking their path. Meanwhile, Channing subtly exerted pressure from the side, effectively thwarting any of the opponent’s attempts to advance.

Aware of the true purpose behind his visit, Quintrell had no choice but to alter his strategy.

A sudden smile adorned his countenance as he put on a facade of humility. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Kron. I too am here to fulfill Mr. Wendell’s task. If I’ve offended you in any manner, please find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Channing, consumed by his concern for Gwendolyn’s safety, had no time to engage in a heated argument.

Thoughts of Cedrick’s foreboding warning echoed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.

With haste, he waved his hand dismissively. “Well, you’ve already laid eyes upon her, and she’s indeed Cedrick’s wife. Being acquainted with the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s methods, you should understand that no harm can come to her while she’s under my control. Kidnapping her is just for the sake of getting what I want. Go back and tell Mr. Wendell to come here personally if he wishes to collaborate with me, and he should dismiss any other inappropriate notions from his mind.”

Channing swiftly dismissed them. Quintrell, being a bodyguard under Mr. Wendell’s employment, was left with no choice but to leave.

“I shall convey your message to him. Please accept my apologies for the disturbance.”

He nodded respectfully, pivoting on his heels to depart the basement.

hallway and out into the

entrance, the leading bodyguard suddenly stopped and

few seconds, he

the shadows, several black SUVs which were emblazoned with the

remained fixated on the unfolding situation. His face was barely illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moonlight, which reflected

a chilling tone, he issued an abrupt command. “Investigate them, especially the one who led the way.

unlikely to expose themselves

said

himself, despite their remote position and obscured view,

tone carried no blame, yet his aura exuded such a commanding presence that Neville couldn’t help but

earlier, they definitely are up to

he hesitated and didn’t dare

his voice gradually lowered as he said,

sneered coldly and continued, “Even if Channing harbors such thoughts, he doesn’t have the capability yet. Moreover, I trust Gwenny. She should

the serene forest, the air hung

expanse. They were manned by a cadre of bodyguards who were all clad in black suits, their presence an

figure approaching, they bowed in unison and

were deep and captivating. A sculpted nose graced his countenance, and his features were

the dimly lit basement of the villa, an atmosphere of gloom and dampness hung in

Jasper and Channing returned to the confines of the basement. Jasper’s lingering tension only began

her, carefully untying the tightly bound ropes that had restrained her. His voice

designed to be secure and not easily

place for some time, leaving faint red marks on Gwendolyn’s fair and

escaped Gwendolyn’s lips, prompting Jasper to exercise even greater care and tenderness in his

rushed over and was left speechless when he saw the situation.

made it clear that not a single hair of Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that

he ordered his subordinates to bring the medical kit. Even if there were just

glare and said, “Mr. Kron, although Mrs. Jenson willingly took risks by staying in this den of yours as bait, those people suddenly arrived and demanded verification in the dead of night. It not

hearing this, he became even more flustered. Hanging his head low, he

was my request for the bodyguards to tie the ropes tighter so the other party wouldn’t easily notice that something was up. Besides, there’s no need