Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 152

Over forty men dressed in black charged forward from both sides at the leader’s command.

Gwendolyn’s expression was solemn as she grasped Elven’s and Ezra’s hands and whispered, “I’ve already informed Treyton. Don’t risk your lives to fight them. I want both of you to stay alive!”

Just a moment ago, she had secretly sent a message using her phone while speaking to the assassins. She only needed to hold on for ten more minutes before Treyton’s men arrived.

Upon hearing this, Elven and Ezra became even more determined to protect her at all costs and attacked the approaching assassins brutally, showing no mercy.

The tight-fitting gown made it difficult for Gwendolyn to lift her legs.

She immediately tore off a small strip of fabric from the slit of her gown and quickly wrapped it around her right shoulder to stop the bleeding.

While she was doing this, an assassin suddenly charged at her.

She swiftly dodged to the side and kicked the man’s groin with her twelve-centimeter stilettos. His face turned pale from the pain, and Gwendolyn knocked him out by hitting the back of his neck before he could react.

With forty men against three, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Meanwhile, a fierce and bloody fight broke out in the cabin.

Nico and Neville were strong, but Samantha’s men were too. The chaos lasted for five minutes.

As Maverick thought of Samantha’s earlier words, his heart twisted in pain.

He couldn’t wait any longer. The longer he stayed here, the more danger Gwendolyn would be in.

“Nico, come with me to save Gwendolyn. Everyone, cover us and retreat!”

The scent of blood permeated the air on Crane Bridge.

Elven and Ezra had each snatched a machete from their opponents. Their gazes were filled with rage as they attacked relentlessly.

However, too many enemies were charging at them, one after another. Their strength was drained within just a few minutes, leaving them barely able to fend off the onslaught. Although the blades slashed their backs and legs, they simply gritted their teeth and withstood the pain.

Gwendolyn was already injured, so her strength depleted fast. A momentary lapse of concentration had her being slashed in her arm again.

Her fair and slender arm was stained with a long trail of blood. The pain caused her entire arm to tremble uncontrollably.

She pressed on her bleeding wound with her hand, bit her lower lip to endure the pain, and quickly read the situation.

Elven and Ezra, wounded and covered in blood, were still fighting back despite suffering numerous cuts.

If this continues, we will die before Treyton can even get here!

As she watched blood splattering everywhere, rage stirred within her.

I will surely make them pay a thousand-fold, even a million-fold, for the pain I suffer tonight one day!

She stood on one of the stone pillars on Crane Bridge, her hair disheveled by the wind.

However, the smile on her bloodstained face still looked stunningly beautiful.

As she looked down with a cold gaze from above, her pride and aloofness remained undiminished despite her being wounded, as if they were carved into her bones.

“I can’t escape from those who want to kill me, but even if I have to die, I’ll decide how!”

After yelling, she jumped off the ten-meter-high Crane Bridge.

“Ms. Shalders! No!”

Elven’s desperate scream was the last thing she heard before plunging into the water.

As it was dusk, she couldn’t see anything in the water. The dim yellow glow from the streetlights on the bridge became her only light source.

As the light gradually faded, she suddenly experienced an intense headache while unclear images continuously flashed before her eyes.

A tender and crisp voice also sounded, saying, “Miss, please buy a bouquet. You’re as beautiful as these flowers! Miss, why do you have a dad, but I don’t? Can you share your dad with me, please? Miss, I really like you but can only choose between you and a dad. Miss, Miss…”

Who is it? Who exactly is she?