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.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent

face froze, and he asked solemnly, “I see you’re a man of action, Mr. Wendell. What sort of

of the corner of his eye. I hope

from Hamish. “Nothing much. I’ve set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and

all meet their end

away steadily, moving

saying, “The thirty billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the

in front of the wooden

while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only mean

the cabin, Hamish stretched his plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he’d like to see me

about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by

caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up forcefully. “Playing dead, are you? Come on. Go out and see that husband of

rope tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and

said, “Look at your wife, Cedrick! Look at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she be worthy of you? Why don’t you give her

like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through his heart as though a thorn had pierced

his eyes reddened. It concealed the

about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing the words out through gritted

was going on around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried

to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to

replied without

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

broke into maniacal laughter. “What’s wrong? You can’t bring yourself to do it? As long as I see you bleed, I’ll let your wife walk toward

the dagger, and unsheathed it.

case. As it turns out,

determination etched across his face. It

drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to

caught in her throat, and she stared at him in bewilderment. He knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he