Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 669

Chapter 669 Thirty Billion In Exchange For Your Wife

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.

Quintrell, who had been sitting across from him, stood up and explained in a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That's just someone here to report to me on the progress.”

The expression on Channing's face froze, and he asked solemnly, “I see you're a man of action, Mr. Wendell. What sort of ambush is it?”

As he spoke, he shot Jasper a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this and plans some preemptive measures.

His 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 a very thorough job.”

Channing gasped quietly, thinking that they could all meet their end that day if they were unlucky.

The clock's second hand ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top of the dial.

At ten o'clock sharp, they heard 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 the deal.”

Cedrick stood in front of the wooden cabin and surveyed his surroundings.

It would make sense to hear the sound of insects buzzing and birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only mean that there were many people in the vicinity.

Inside the cabin, Hamish stretched his plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he'd like to see me and you—”

Seeing that his hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell, we should get down to business.”

Hamish clicked his tongue impatiently and was about to fly into a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up forcefully. “Playing dead, are you? Come on. Go out and see that husband of yours!”

He gripped the rope tying Gwendolyn's wrists together as he spoke and dragged her out of the cabin.