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

suddenly stopped and turned his head ever so slightly, seemingly sensing

he resumed his stride and

amidst the shadows, several black SUVs which were emblazoned with the insignia of the Federal Bureau of Investigation lay

by the ethereal

tone, he issued an abrupt command. “Investigate them,

crafty and unlikely to expose themselves so

as he said flatly, “Do as

even to himself, despite their remote position and obscured view, he felt an uncanny familiarity emanating

commanding presence that Neville couldn’t help but yield. He closed his mouth and silently arranged for his subordinates to carry

they definitely are up to something, and my intuition tells me it might be related to Mrs. Jenson. What if

but he hesitated

and his voice gradually

Channing harbors such thoughts, he doesn’t have the capability yet. Moreover, I trust Gwenny. She should

serene forest, the air hung damp

manned by a cadre of bodyguards who were all clad in black suits, their

in unison and spoke

man at the forefront removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were deep and captivating. A

the villa, an atmosphere of gloom and dampness hung

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

tightly bound ropes that had restrained her.

ropes were meticulously tied, following a methodical technique commonly employed by criminal organizations. These knots were designed to be secure and not easily undone by an average

binding had been in place for some time, leaving

hiss escaped Gwendolyn’s lips, prompting Jasper to exercise even

saw the situation. Beads of sweat raced down his

Cedrick had made it clear that not a single hair of Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that his subordinates would tie her up with such force? If Cedrick found

ordered his subordinates to bring the medical kit. Even if there were just a few slight red marks,

shot Channing a piercing 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

was already at a loss. On hearing this, he became even more flustered. Hanging his

will fade by tomorrow morning. It was my request for the bodyguards