Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667 Change Of Plans

Channing said to Gwendolyn, “Fine. I'll listen to you, Mrs. Jenson.”

Gwendolyn nodded in satisfaction. She smirked and drawled, “A wise choice, Mr. Kron.”

The man shrugged and left, dejection written all over his face. Dealing with this couple is proving to be more difficult than imagined. I'm taking on a huge risk to work with Cedrick from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Still, no pain, no gain.

Channing collected himself and left the basement.

Meanwhile, a frowning Jasper looked as though he was about to dole out more advice, only to be silenced by Gwendolyn's displeased gaze.

His gaze swept across the dim, dusty basement, and he sighed before leaving.

Outside the villa, several black cars were concealed in a dense forest some distance away.

Jasper secretly called Cedrick, who was camped out in one of the vehicles. “Mr. Jenson, the person who came earlier is Quintrell Olsen. He's Mr. Wendell's bodyguard, and he came to confirm with his own eyes that Channing had kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. And another thing...”

He trailed off before adding, “To convince Mr. Wendell, Channing tied Mrs. Jenson up and locked her in the basement.”

As a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Team Nine, years of training had conditioned him to be truthful with his superiors at all times. Habit spurred him to tell Cedrick the truth about Gwendolyn's situation.

Everyone in the car froze and waited for Cedrick's response with bated breath.

Cedrick's expression darkened. He clenched his fists so tightly that his veins bulged, and his eyes reddened with fury. He was barely reining in his temper.

The man's prolonged silence told Jasper volumes about his rage. Hastily, Jasper explained, “Mr. Jenson, that was Mrs. Jenson's request. She wanted to make things more believable to dispel Mr. Wendell's suspicion, so she asked to be held in the basement.”

The explanation only worsened Cedrick's mood.

He kept imagining Gwendolyn's chafed wrists from being tied up and how lonely she would feel in the dark and dirty basement.

Channing! You id*ot!

The car remained in pin-drop silence. Everyone dared not make a peep as Cedrick's sharp gaze landed on the villa which held Gwendolyn.

Eventually, his breathing appeared to calm.

He knew Gwendolyn's obstinate character all too well.

Now that she had committed to the plan, she naturally had to take certain risks to ensure their success. Cedrick was worried about her well-being but could not pull the brakes on their plan now. All he could do was to cooperate.

“Mr. Jenson?” prompted Jasper cautiously.

He was even taking special care to breathe as quietly as possible.

A long moment passed before Cedrick sighed almost inaudibly and said, “Ensure her safety, and inform me promptly of any updates.”

“Understood.”

Jasper ended the call. Cedrick's intense gaze gradually transformed into a determined one as he instructed his men in the vehicle, “Dispatch three teams to camp near the villa.”

The motive behind his orders was obvious.

In order to further solidify the act, he needed to demonstrate to Hamish that he was not only aware of Gwendolyn's abduction but also deeply troubled by it.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The only thing that changed was the increase in manpower that was utilized. He had dispatched sufficient personnel to create a human network around the premises.

As dawn broke over the third day of Gwendolyn's captivity, streaks of sunlight peeped through the cover of the forest.

Channing sprawled across a wooden chair in the hall of the villa's second floor. He smoked leisurely on a cigarette and appeared to be drifting into sleep.

The chance to work with Cedrick had given him a sense of security, though he still felt uneasy about Gwendolyn's insistence on living in the basement.

“Mr. Kron!”

The sudden cry surprised Channing into dropping his cigarette.

He whirled around and saw his subordinate rushing over. With a fierce glare, Channing roared, “Can't you see that I'm resting?”

The man lowered his head and reported, “Mr. Wendell sent some men here, Mr. Kron.”

Channing froze in the middle of rising from his seat and frowned. “He didn't show up? Again? It'll be tough to get the man here if he's still sending his subordinates now.”

He smirked and scoffed.