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

and turned his head

seconds, he resumed his stride

the shadows, several black SUVs which were emblazoned

face was barely illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moonlight, which reflected the chiseled contours

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

don’t think so. These individuals are crafty and unlikely to expose themselves so readily. Moreover, there are only two or three of them. I believe that those individuals were

said flatly, “Do

obscured view, he felt an

yet his aura exuded such a commanding presence that Neville couldn’t help but yield. He

they definitely are up to something, and my

but he hesitated and didn’t dare

cold as ice, and his voice

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

the air hung damp

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

in unison and spoke simultaneously in reverence.

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

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

the confines of the basement. Jasper’s lingering

he approached her, carefully untying the tightly bound ropes that had restrained her.

methodical technique commonly employed by criminal organizations. These knots were designed to be secure and not easily undone by

in place for some time, leaving faint red marks

Gwendolyn’s lips, prompting Jasper to exercise

and was left speechless when he saw the situation. Beads of sweat raced down his forehead. “U-Uh, Mrs.

Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that his subordinates would tie her up with such

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

by staying in this den of yours

On hearing this, he became even

my request for the bodyguards to tie the