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.

a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell

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

spoke, he shot Jasper a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this and

up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have done a

thinking that they could all meet their end that day if

second hand ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top of

billion 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

front of the wooden cabin and

chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only mean that there were many people in the

with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is

that his hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell, we

sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he

together as he spoke and dragged her out of

at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can

at Gwendolyn from afar. She looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through his heart

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

wanted, so return her to me now,”

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

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

replied

a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite skilled, and nobody has ever been able to get

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

down, slowly picked up the dagger,

as much as your own life, but it appears that’s not the case. As it turns out, you don’t think her life is as important as yours.” Hamish looked disdainful. He was certain Cedrick would not

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

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

stared at him in bewilderment. He knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he doing? How dare he hurt himself? Is