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 the trade-off. That’s just someone here to report

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

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

the foot of the mountain and at the

all meet their end that day if they

steadily, moving to

delivered it on the dot.

stood in front of the

to hear the sound of insects buzzing and birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was

toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that?

him by

inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes

wrists together as he

wildly, he 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?

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

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

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

I can give her to you. However, since we’ve

replied

it just 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

to do it? As long as I see you bleed, I’ll let your wife

slowly picked up the dagger, and

your wife as much as your own life, but it appears that’s not the case.

his face. It seemed as though he was

and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of

knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he doing? How dare he hurt himself? Is he