Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Gwendolyn gave a careless wave of her hand. “It’s nothing.”

“The trade-off has been set for ten o’clock tomorrow morning, so you’ll have to be patient for a little longer. Mr. Wendell demanded thirty billion to agree to meet with Mr. Jenson in person.”

“He finally caved. At least everything I’ve gone through these past few days hasn’t been in vain. Bind me tightly tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself from tearing him into a million pieces.” Her expression darkened as she spoke. How dare he harm innocent babies. Even if I were to stab his body a thousand times, I’d still think he deserved it!

Over on Broadbay Hill, the thick canopy of trees obstructed the view of the sky and blocked out any light. The air was so hot and humid that it almost felt suffocating.

Hamish’s bodyguards brought Gwendolyn to the mountain range before it was even dawn.

As they started preparing for Cedrick’s arrival, they left her, all trussed up, on a bare bed frame inside a shabby wooden cabin. Sweat mingled with dust ran down her face. Propped against the headboard, she had her eyes closed, looking drained and weary.

Meanwhile, Jasper stood silently on one side and occasionally glanced at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time.

Two coughs sounded, some rustling, then heavy footsteps approached.

“Hahaha! Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Kron. Sure enough, now that we finally meet, I can see you’re no ordinary person indeed.”

No one walked through the door. Instead, a big, protruding belly first came into view, then a fierce-looking face wearing a sinister smile.

After Channing heard that remark, his lips twitched. He had no idea what to say in response. “I can’t compare to you, Mr. Wendell. You’re truly… just like everything I’ve heard about you. You’re known far and wide.”

In truth, the fat man before him was nothing like the intelligent Mr. Wendell in the rumors.

The man walked over and extended a hand politely. “Hamish Wendell.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the wooden door.

“Who is it?” Channing’s guard went up instinctively.

had been sitting across from him, stood up and explained in a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That’s just someone here to report to

solemnly, “I see you’re a man of action, Mr.

Jasper a look out of the corner of

elicited a cackle from Hamish. “Nothing much. I’ve set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have done a very

all meet their end

moving to point

is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have also been prepared and will be submitted today.

the wooden cabin and

birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound

“Did you hear that? Your husband

his hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his

tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up forcefully. “Playing dead, are you? Come

gripped the rope tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and dragged her out of the

she has become after being kidnapped

afar. She looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang

was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly

know what you’re talking about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me

solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in the blink

expression, Hamish replied, “Sure. I can give her to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to meet today, let’s have

replied without

like that?” Instantly becoming excited, Hamish flicked his right hand and tossed a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite skilled, and nobody has ever been able to get as much as a scratch on you. However, I think it’s possible if you

laughter. “What’s wrong? You can’t bring yourself to do it? As long

the dagger, and unsheathed it.

appears that’s not the case.

sharp dagger, determination etched across his face. It seemed as though he was wondering

the dagger at his wrist resolutely and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood

putting on