Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“I’ve even hurt myself. Please forgive me, Darling,” pleaded Cedrick in a soft voice.

Not bothered about the dirt on Gwendolyn’s body, he pulled her into his embrace.

He even wished he could envelop her body in his own so they would forever be inseparable.

Being able to embrace her warm body and listen to her heartbeat, Cedrick gradually regained his composure.

Gwendolyn sighed. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she deeply inhaled the reassuring scent of his body.

On the ground, Hamish was yelling away and making a fuss, almost like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. It took Jasper much effort to tie him up.

He then lifted his head and saw the couple cuddling each other tightly a distance away. As much as he did not want to ruin the atmosphere, he had no choice but to do so. “Mr. Jenson…”

Cedrick let go of Gwendolyn and held her hand as they walked over. His gaze grew sharp at once as it landed on Hamish.

He bent down, drew out his gun, and pointed it at Hamish’s chin. “You used the milk powder contamination incident to harm the wealthy families’ babies. What exactly is your motive?”

Hamish refused to answer no matter what. A brief moment later, he seemingly fell into a daze, and his gaze gradually turned unfocused.

“This is bad!” Jasper hastily pried open his mouth to take a look. “He must’ve taken poison when he screamed so wildly just now. Should we send him to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment?”

Cedrick shook his head. “By the way he looks, it must be a deadly poison. That’s typical of what the underworld gangs would do, especially to higher-ups who hold top secrets. There’s no way to revive him.”

The other bodyguards of Hamish, who were not too far away, were all seized. But since they were only but lackeys, Cedrick figured he would not get a single shred of information from them.

The man swept his gaze across the faces of those bodyguards, and upon sensing something amiss, he uttered, “Where’s the head of the bodyguard who always turns up for negotiations? Why isn’t he around?”

Realization dawned on Channing. “Quintrell? He’s in the house. He was still trying to resist when the fight broke out earlier, so my subordinate knocked him unconscious.”

house and flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who was

he looked closely at him and uttered in a solemn

we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell

his head. For some reason, he felt that something

night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards

glanced at the

him there had to be more to

bodyguard has a fall guy, yet Mr. Wendell is dead just like that? Judging from what happened earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On

searched the deceased’s pockets and felt something with defined edges. It turned out to be a

it out of the pocket when he furrowed his brows and raised his head. “Mr. Kron, you should know the rules well since you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier for

adequately in front of any of the Federal

inefficiency, Channing

fell back into

square-shaped object. Upon opening it, he realized it

contrast with the chaotic scene.

Your tactics are bizarre, like always. But this time,

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

familiar yet devilish face emerged before Cedrick’s

handwriting and name on the note, Cedrick descended into deep thought. The

the best figures in the military but belonged to different war

declare his doubts about Cedrick attaining the title of

in all aspects, including agility, knowledge, and

Joe was unwilling to admit

showdown. They later worked together and became comrades, and

in Horington

rebels disguised themselves among the citizens and caused chaos, resulting in bloodshed everywhere. Cedrick and Joe fought separately, but Cedrick learned of the devastating news shortly after—a fire broke out

the scene without further delay, but all that was left was