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.

tell you that Mr. Wendell

see you’re a man of

look out of the corner of his eye.

the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have

could all meet their end that day if they were

ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the

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

stood in front of the

he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only

eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is

him by his

to fly into a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were

as he spoke and dragged her out

after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she be

piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A

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

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

solely on Gwendolyn’s frail

give her to you.

Cedrick replied without

agreeing to 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

You can’t bring yourself to do it? As long as

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

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

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

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