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.

to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up

“I see you’re a man of action, Mr.

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

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

meet their end

steadily, moving to point toward the top of the

inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot.

the

while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other

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

Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell,

eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up

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

he said, “Look at your wife, Cedrick! Look at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can

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

knew what 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,

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

give her to you. However, since we’ve

Cedrick replied without

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

bring yourself to do it? As long as I

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

afraid? 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.” Hamish

etched across his face. It seemed as though he

his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to fall onto the dry

I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he