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 anything from interrupting

he asked solemnly, “I see you’re a man of

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

question 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

that they could all meet their end that day

second hand ticked away steadily, moving to point

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. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have also been prepared and will be submitted today. Hence, please keep

front of the wooden cabin and surveyed

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

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 his wrist and interrupted, “Mr.

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

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

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

at Gwendolyn from afar. She looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched

Hamish said was untrue, his eyes reddened.

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

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

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

replied without

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

do it? As long as I see you bleed,

slowly picked up the dagger, and unsheathed it. The blade

I heard that you love your wife 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.”

determination etched across his face. It seemed as though he

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

throat, and she 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?