Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 785

The crimson hues of the sunset outside retreated, giving way to the twilight.

The light atop the mountain gradually dimmed, and a chilly evening wind blew.

With an unperturbed demeanor, Charles stood unmoving on the mountaintop, bracing against the breeze.

The engine roars of five helicopters grew increasingly loud, deafening, and intimidating. Yet, Charles remained stationary, silently awaiting the helicopters to land.

Soon, the cabin door opened, and Cedrick, clad in a dark military coat and boots, descended the cabin stairs with a stern look on his face.

Almost instantly, the two men locked gazes from afar.

Immediately afterward, Nico also disembarked from the helicopter. He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Charles. Luckily he didn’t flee and obediently came to meet us. I suppose there is more to the situation than meets the eye. Thank goodness. I don’t have to endure punishment when we get back.

“Mr. Jenson, don’t you think this is a little over the top, leading over a dozen armed subordinates here? Others who don’t know better may think I’m a criminal.” Charles smirked.

Cedrick glared at Charles, not bothering to beat around the bush with the latter, and cut to the chase. “Is Gwendolyn here with you?”

Charles smiled faintly and corrected him halfheartedly. “This is not my territory. All I did was locate her.” Toward the end of his statement, he spoke in a knowing tone and arched his brow mischievously. “Cedrick, I got lucky this time, finding her before you did. If she chooses me this time, will you let go of her?”

Cedrick frowned with murderous intent and rage churning in his eyes.

Striding forward in his military boots, he angrily grabbed Charles’ shirt collar and uttered furiously, “If you dare covet her, I don’t mind giving you another taste of the unbearable life in a high-security prison.”

Charles met his gaze, and the two entered a stalemate for a few seconds before Charles gave in by flashing a smile. “I’m just kidding. Don’t take it seriously, Mr. Jenson. If I had genuinely wanted to possess Gwen, I would’ve destroyed all means of contact, cut all ties with all of you, and prepared a large sum of money to take her overseas to a less developed nation. Once we’re out of the country, even Federal Bureau of Investigation, with its mighty abilities, would find it challenging and time-consuming to track us down. Don’t you agree, Mr. Jenson?”

Cedrick narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

Seeing Charles voluntarily receiving the helicopters, he knew Charles didn’t have the guts to hide Gwendolyn.

Moreover, Charles used to be the director of Central Intelligence Agency. If he had truly wanted to go into hiding, it would indeed be tough to track him down.

Nevertheless, Charles harbored selfish motives, so Cedrick still thought poorly of him.

“You should’ve contacted me as soon as you found her and brought her back safely rather than keeping it a secret. Charles, I know exactly what tricks you’re trying to pull.”

Charles didn’t refute.

He admitted he indeed had selfish intentions, wanting to seek closure for his decade-long obsession.

However, that was provided Gwendolyn was willing to give him a chance to do so.

Initially, he planned to take her away as long as she was willing to accept him, even if it meant bearing a criminal charge, being surrounded and intercepted by Federal Bureau of Investigation, and having to live as an absconder for the rest of his life. He wanted to gamble that once. What a pity.

Suppressing the hint of disappointment flashing across his eyes, Charles said with a double entendre, “I wanted to bring her back, but I could only do that if she’s willing to come with me.”

Cedrick knitted his brows. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll understand when you see her.” Charles smirked again with an inscrutable, profound look in his eyes. Gwendolyn is different now. She’s reluctant to choose me, but I think she won’t necessarily pick Cedrick either.

The rest of the armed personnel were ordered to stay put. Charles led Cedrick and Nico down the mountain path.

Cedrick noticed the billowing smoke from a cooking fire rising from a simple tiled house a hundred meters away. Err… Have Gwendolyn and Charles been spending time alone in that house?

Fury surged within him instantly. His wrath burned more fiercely than the stove inside the humble house. He reached to his lower back and drew his sidearm in one swift motion.

Cedrick loaded the magazine, chambered a round, and pressed the muzzle against the back of Charles’ head.