Chapter 152
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Over forty men dressed in black charged forward from both sides at the leaderâs command.
Gwendolynâs expression was solemn as she grasped Elvenâs and Ezraâs hands and whispered, âIâve already informed Treyton.
Donât risk your lives to fight them.
I want both of you to stay alive!â 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 Treytonâs 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 manâs 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 Samanthaâs men were too.
The chaos lasted for five minutes.
As Maverick thought of Samanthaâs earlier words, his heart twisted in pain.
He couldnât wait any longer.
The longer he stayed here, the more danger Gwendolyn would be in.
âNico, come with me to save Gwendolyn.
Everyone, cover us and retreat!â 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.
âI canât escape from those who want to kill me, but even if I have to die, Iâll decide how!â After yelling, she jumped off the ten-meter-high Crane Bridge.
âMs. Shalders! No!â Elvenâs desperate scream was the last thing she heard before plunging into the water.
As it was dusk, she couldnât 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, âMiss, please buy a bouquet.
Youâre as beautiful as these flowers! Miss, why do you have a dad, but I donât? Can you share your dad with me, please? Miss, I really like you but can only choose between you and a dad.
Miss, Missâ¦â Who is it? Who exactly is she? Gwendolynâs head throbbed with unbearable pain.
A blurry image of a young girl staring at her and laughing non-stopped appeared in her head.
Aside from the laughter and the little girlâs blurry face, she couldnât hear or see anything else.
She forgot to struggle, so her body sank deeper into the lake due to the loss of buoyancy.
Am I going to die? Her consciousness gradually faded.
Just before she passed out completely, she felt someone grabbing her tightly before giving her oxygen through his mouth, thus pulling her back from the brink of death.
When Gwendolyn groggily woke up, the first thing she saw was a pristine white ceiling.
âKiddo, are you feeling better now?â Treytonâs familiar, low, raspy voice rang in her ears.
Gwendolyn turned her head, and Treytonâs handsome face gradually came into focus before her eyes.
With a hoarse voice, she called out, âTreyton.
â âDonât speak for now.
Your fever just subsided.
Donât hurt your throat.
â Treyton, whose eyes were slightly red, gently rubbed her head.
Although distraught, he couldnât bear to raise his voice at her as he scolded, âYouâve got to be kidding me.
Winter is just around the corner, and the lake is freezing cold.
Besides, you were injured.
What if you get a wound infection? Donât you care about your life at all?â Gwendolynâs pale lips curled into a faint smile, reassuring him.
Then she asked, âHow are Elven and Ezra?â Treyton was annoyed to see her worrying about others immediately after waking up but still replied softly, âTheyâre fine.
Although they have many cuts, none of the injuries are critical.
They will recover after resting some time.
â Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue asking when Treyton stopped her.
âYou just woke up.
Why do you have so many questions? Wouldnât it be better to sleep a bit more?â Gwendolynâs face turned pale, and she didnât speak.
Instead, she stared at him quietly.
Under her gaze, Treyton gave in.
âAll right, kid.
You win.
I know what you want to ask.
How about you drink some soup while I tell you everything?â Gwendolyn smiled, looking pleased.
Sighing, he adjusted her pillow so she could lean against the headboard and drink the soup.
âAs soon as I received your message, I immediately rushed over with my men.
Before we even got close, I heard you shouting on the edge of the bridge.
You really scared the hell out of me.
Please donât do this ever again!â Gwendolynâs eyes curved as she smiled and nodded obediently.
Treyton continued, âI looked into the identities of those assassins but got nothing.
They were all raised by a secret organization, so there was no way to find anything out.
However, itâs most likely someone from the Harris family since theyâre always targeting you and are more than able to spend so much money.
â Previously, Treyton, Asher, Kieran, and Marcus had conducted private investigations but never found any clues.
Asher even resorted to using underground connections in his search but still couldnât discover anything.
Gwendolyn took a couple of sips of the soup and said weakly, âThereâs more than one person in the Harris family who wants me dead, so their plans are well thought out.
That was how they did everything perfectly.
â Treyton furrowed his brows.
âBut why do they only target you?â Gwendolyn thought momentarily and shook her head.
âI donât know either, but perhaps it has something to do with the right of inheritance to Harris Group.
â Since she was the youngest and the only daughter in the family, Marcus had consulted a lawyer to draft his will long ago.
She would eventually inherit the Harris familyâs assetsâa huge fortune no one could resist.
Her words made sense to Treyton.
âIf thatâs the case, those old geezers related to the Harris family must be involved in this.
Catching them red-handed is just a matter of time.
â These are just speculations.
Then, Gwendolyn recalled the little girlâs face flashing across her mind before she lost consciousness.
The girlâs words kept repeating in her ears as if they had happened to her before.
Although she had experienced amnesia before, she eventually recollected her memories after some time.
Why is this happening? Gwendolyn was utterly baffled.
âTreyton, does Dad have another daughter besides me?â