Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Channing said to Gwendolyn, “Fine. I’ll listen to you, Mrs. Jenson.”

Gwendolyn nodded in satisfaction. She smirked and drawled, “A wise choice, Mr. Kron.”

The man shrugged and left, dejection written all over his face. Dealing with this couple is proving to be more difficult than imagined. I’m taking on a huge risk to work with Cedrick from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Still, no pain, no gain.

Channing collected himself and left the basement.

Meanwhile, a frowning Jasper looked as though he was about to dole out more advice, only to be silenced by Gwendolyn’s displeased gaze.

His gaze swept across the dim, dusty basement, and he sighed before leaving.

Outside the villa, several black cars were concealed in a dense forest some distance away.

Jasper secretly called Cedrick, who was camped out in one of the vehicles. “Mr. Jenson, the person who came earlier is Quintrell Olsen. He’s Mr. Wendell’s bodyguard, and he came to confirm with his own eyes that Channing had kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. And another thing…”

He trailed off before adding, “To convince Mr. Wendell, Channing tied Mrs. Jenson up and locked her in the basement.”

As a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Team Nine, years of training had conditioned him to be truthful with his superiors at all times. Habit spurred him to tell Cedrick the truth about Gwendolyn’s situation.

Everyone in the car froze and waited for Cedrick’s response with bated breath.

Cedrick’s expression darkened. He clenched his fists so tightly that his veins bulged, and his eyes reddened with fury. He was barely reining in his temper.

The man’s prolonged silence told Jasper volumes about his rage. Hastily, Jasper explained, “Mr. Jenson, that was Mrs. Jenson’s request. She wanted to make things more believable to dispel Mr. Wendell’s suspicion, so she asked to be held in the basement.”

The explanation only worsened Cedrick’s mood.

He kept imagining Gwendolyn’s chafed wrists from being tied up and how lonely she would feel in the dark and dirty basement.

Channing! You id*ot!

The car remained in pin-drop silence. Everyone dared not make a peep as Cedrick’s sharp gaze landed on the villa which held Gwendolyn.

Eventually, his breathing appeared to calm.

He knew Gwendolyn’s obstinate character all too well.

Now that she had committed to the plan, she naturally had to take certain risks to ensure their success. Cedrick was worried about her well-being but could not pull the brakes on their plan now. All he could do was to cooperate.

Jenson?” prompted

taking special care to breathe as quietly

before Cedrick sighed almost inaudibly and said, “Ensure her safety, and

“Understood.”

a determined one as he instructed his men

motive behind his orders

demonstrate to Hamish that he was

in the blink of an

utilized. He had dispatched sufficient

captivity, streaks of sunlight peeped through

hall of the villa’s second floor. He smoked leisurely on a cigarette and appeared

to work with Cedrick had given him a sense of security,

“Mr. Kron!”

cry surprised Channing into dropping

and saw his subordinate rushing over. With a fierce glare, Channing

reported, “Mr. Wendell sent

of rising from his seat and frowned. “He didn’t show up? Again? It’ll be tough to get the

He smirked and scoffed.

to show up at this juncture. Don’t tell me it’s because he’s

three expressionless, suit-clad men stood

Wendell sent us to negotiate with

that woman’s kidnapping, but he refuses to show up. He clearly has no intention to

some coffee and added provocatively, “You should know that the person in my basement now is none other

of Hamish’s representatives, sat opposite Channing uninvited and declared, “Let’s not grumble over such small matters, Mr. Kron. Mr. Wendell is already being extremely sincere by sending

of Investigation has this villa surrounded for the past three days. Even a bird couldn’t fly out of this place unscathed, Mr. Kron. It can’t feel great to be a captive here

even smirked arrogantly for good

sunglasses concealed his sharp, calculating

he know that the villa was

to know

about your dilemma. No one will dare to set foot

“Let’s hear it.”

He slowly took a sip before saying, “You kidnapped Cedrick’s woman for a small ransom,

at all. So, to seize his Achilles heel,

incredibly pleased

while fiddling with the ceramic coffee

man and never reveals his face to anyone. Now, he’s offering to work with someone beneath his league like me and ordering me to kidnap Cedrick’s son. Isn’t he just trying to use my