Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

The VIP level of Grand Valley Hospital experienced an unprecedented silence at midnight.

In the dimly lit ward, the lights flickered and abruptly went out, enveloping the area in darkness.

A momentary chaos ensued on the floor, but soon after, the power was restored.

In response, a group of nurses hurriedly rushed to the VIP level and entered various wards.

The police officer standing watch outside Benedict’s ward was just about to end his shift. The unusual commotion raised his interest, and he asked an approaching nurse, “What’s going on? Why do you need to enter the ward at this time?”

The young nurse explained anxiously, “Didn’t you notice the power outage earlier? Please let me in. I need to re-calibrate all the equipment in the ward. It’s urgent! It could put the patient’s life at risk.”

The police officer acquiesced to her request considering the urgency of the situation.

There were no visitors in the ward. The nurse closed the door and identified her target, ignoring the beeping of the malfunctioning monitoring equipment.

She dashed to the crib and grabbed the baby, still swaddled in his blankets. At the window, she hesitated briefly instead of escaping.

Her assessing gaze roved across the ward. Why is everything different from my earlier rehearsal? No one is keeping watch. This is happening far too smoothly.

Just then, alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, followed by an announcement, “There’s a thief in the hospital! Someone is taking advantage of the chaos after the power outage to commit a robbery. All staff, please be on alert!”

All the lights came on, leaving the nurse no time to think.

She hurriedly jumped out of the window and darted into a nearby alley with her young hostage.

Someone was already waiting for her in the alley. Thus, she dashed into a waiting car and made a quick escape.

Sometime later, the men waiting at the secluded villa heard some noise from the front door and stood up expectantly.

Quintrell, who still wore his sunglasses despite the late hour, smiled and asked, “Do you have the baby?”

The nurse, who was actually his subordinate in disguise, nodded and handed the baby over.

“Not bad. Mr. Kron, you didn’t believe me when I told you, you were wasting half your money on your subordinates. You still need my people to finish the last step.”

As he spoke, Quintrell carefully cradled the baby and smiled tenderly. “Darling baby, do you know how worried your dad must be right now? I would pay a million to see his expression right now.”

As soon as he spoke, his smile froze in place the moment he lifted the blankets.

of seconds. He raised his leg and kicked his subordinate, demanding,

fell to the ground. She had been expecting some praise for

look at what

to the ground and

struck her earlier returned. It was a

in to confirm this earlier. They did

“Excuses!”

She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he

pleas fell on deaf ears

bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for

his tone betrayed his expectations that the

and clicked his tongue before muttering, “Complaining about the caliber of my men when your men also

and shot Channing a piercing gaze. “Hmph, why should we be

Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting in the basement. Let me check on

the one who kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. She has

capable subordinate was rapidly becoming an eyesore to Quintrell. He argued, “Mr. Kron, we’ve already poked the hornet’s nest. If we don’t make use of Mrs. Jenson now, you’ll lose your

you after this failure. If

that his humiliating failure would be difficult to forgive without Hamish’s personal

eventually nodded in agreement after a prolonged staredown with

“Fine.”

number, and the line connected quickly. Subsequently,

before Hamish interjected crudely, “A bunch of losers! Get Cedrick on the

dialed Cedrick’s number and put the

voice rang out.

turning in your

feigned distress and pleaded, “Let her go.

drawled, “Asking for her immediate release? How boring. Missing your wife, aren’t you, Mr.

was boasting and that Gwendolyn was safe, Cedrick was still infuriated by

pieces once

act until they had truly reeled Hamish

husband, he asked, “What

“Dear Mr. Jenson, you and your wife are worth hundreds of billions, but I’m only asking for thirty billion. Oh, and resign from your post in the Federal

Hamish to say, “We’ll meet in person to verify the terms of this deal. See you at ten in the morning tomorrow at Broadbay Hill.

“Otherwise, Gwendolyn will be losing more than just

call

series of mechanical beeps were the only

fists together. “Boss, that

the mastermind