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.

light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the

you’re a man of action, Mr. Wendell. What

out of the corner of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this

much. I’ve set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have done a very thorough

thinking that they could all meet their end

second hand ticked away steadily, moving to

sharp, they heard the sound of a car engine outside, followed by a deep, firm voice saying, “The thirty billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot.

front of the wooden cabin and surveyed his

the mountain. However, he noticed there was

Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you

him by

into a temper when he inadvertently 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

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

your wife, Cedrick! Look at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped

almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through his heart

knew what Hamish said was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly cold and hard look

better know what you’re talking about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing

going on around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in the blink

I can give her to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to meet today, let’s

replied

Instantly becoming excited, Hamish flicked his right hand and tossed a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite

do it? As long as I see

down, slowly picked up the dagger, and unsheathed it.

but it appears that’s not the case. As it turns out, you don’t think her life is as

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

and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to fall onto the dry leaves on the

putting on