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.

group walked through the hallway and out into the spacious

stopped and turned his head ever so slightly, seemingly

a few seconds, he resumed his stride and

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

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

an abrupt command. “Investigate them,

are crafty and unlikely to expose themselves so readily. Moreover, there are only two or three of them. I

he said flatly,

unbeknownst even to himself, despite their remote position and obscured view, he felt an uncanny familiarity emanating from the enigmatic leader of the

blame, yet his aura exuded such a commanding presence that Neville couldn’t help but yield. He closed his mouth and

those people don’t seem friendly. Judging by Channing’s attitude toward them earlier, they definitely are up to something, and my intuition tells me it might

but he hesitated

and his voice gradually

continued, “Even if Channing harbors such thoughts, he doesn’t have

the serene forest, the air hung

off-road vehicles stood parked in an open expanse. They were manned by a cadre of bodyguards who

they bowed in unison and

his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were deep and captivating. A sculpted nose graced his countenance, and his features were as sharp

the villa, an atmosphere

confines of the basement. Jasper’s lingering tension only began to dissipate upon

her, carefully untying the tightly bound ropes that had restrained her. His voice resonated with genuine concern. “Are

criminal organizations. These knots were designed to be secure and not easily undone by an average person. However,

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

prompting Jasper to exercise

he saw the situation. Beads of sweat raced down his forehead.

Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that his subordinates

if there

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

at a loss. On hearing this, he became even more flustered. Hanging his head low,

fade by tomorrow morning. It 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 to inform Cedrick about