Chapter 670

“I’ve even hurt myself. Please forgive me, Darling,” pleaded Cedrick in a soft voice.

Not bothered about the dirt on Gwendolyn’s body, he pulled her into his embrace.

He even wished he could envelop her body in his own so they would forever be inseparable.

Being able to embrace her warm body and listen to her heartbeat, Cedrick gradually regained his
composure.

Gwendolyn sighed. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she deeply inhaled the reassuring
scent of his body.

On the ground, Hamish was yelling away and making a fuss, almost like a pig waiting to be
slaughtered. It took Jasper much effort to tie him up.

He then lifted his head and saw the couple cuddling each other tightly a distance away. As much as he
did not want to ruin the atmosphere, he had no choice but to do so. “Mr. Jenson…”

Cedrick let go of Gwendolyn and held her hand as they walked over. His gaze grew sharp at once as it
landed on Hamish.

He bent down, drew out his gun, and pointed it at Hamish’s chin. “You used the milk powder
contamination incident to harm the wealthy families’ babies. What exactly is your motive?”

Hamish refused to answer no matter what. A brief moment later, he seemingly fell into a daze, and his
gaze gradually turned unfocused.

“This is bad!” Jasper hastily pried open his mouth to take a look. “He must’ve taken poison when he
screamed so wildly just now. Should we send him to the hospital immediately for emergency
treatment?”



Cedrick shook his head. “By the way he looks, it must be a deadly poison. That’s typical of what the
underworld gangs would do, especially to higher-ups who hold top secrets. There’s no way to revive
him.”

The other bodyguards of Hamish, who were not too far away, were all seized. But since they were only
but lackeys, Cedrick figured he would not get a single shred of information from them.

The man swept his gaze across the faces of those bodyguards, and upon sensing something amiss, he
uttered, “Where’s the head of the bodyguard who always turns up for negotiations? Why isn’t he
around?”

Realization dawned on Channing. “Quintrell? He’s in the house. He was still trying to resist when the
fight broke out earlier, so my subordinate knocked him unconscious.”

Cedrick strode into the house and flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who was lying unconsciously on
the ground, over to take a look.

After removing that bodyguard’s shades, he looked closely at him and uttered in a solemn tone, “This
guy isn’t Quintrell.”

Those words took Channing aback. “How is that possible? Mr. Jenson, he’s only but a mere
bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is still alive and capture a few more
useful people to get more scoop?”

Cedrick shook his head. For some reason, he felt that something was off.

According to the investigation report Swain gave me last night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr.
Wendell’s bodyguards and holds a high status. His whereabouts are often unpredictable and
untraceable.



He searched the body, who he believed was obviously Quintrell’s substitute. Then, he glanced at the
chubby Hamish lying outside the house. The puzzlement within him grew exponentially.

Cedrick’s hunch told him there had to be more to the matter than meets the eye.

Even a bodyguard has a fall guy, yet Mr. Wendell is dead just like that? Judging from what happened
earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On the other hand, this head
of bodyguard seems more like that.

Cedrick searched the deceased’s pockets and felt something with defined edges. It turned out to be a
neatly folded piece of paper.

He was about to pull it out of the pocket when he furrowed his brows and raised his head. “Mr. Kron,
you should know the rules well since you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s
easier for you to do certain things. Since there’s nothing much here, why don’t you go and help my
subordinates?”

Channing dared not disobey Cedrick’s order. After all, he even had to behave adequately in front of any
of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s members, let alone Cedrick.

Afraid he would be held accountable for his inefficiency, Channing quickly nodded in servility. “I’ll go
right away!”

Soon, the room fell back into silence.

After Channing’s departure, Cedrick took out the square-shaped object. Upon opening it, he realized it
was a note.

The piece of paper was clean and neatly folded, forming a stark contrast with the chaotic scene. It was
clear that was something prepared in advance.



What goes around, comes around. Your tactics are bizarre, like always. But this time, you’ll definitely
be defeated at the hands of mine. —Joe Landon

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

A familiar yet devilish face emerged before Cedrick’s eyes.

Staring at that familiar handwriting and name on the note, Cedrick descended into deep thought. The
memories he had sealed for a long time were gradually awakened.

Cedrick and Joe used to be one of the best figures in the military but belonged to different war zones.

During a joint exercise, Joe took the opportunity to declare his doubts about Cedrick attaining the title
of the king of the military and thus called for a showdown.

Cedrick readily agreed. The two competed in all aspects, including agility, knowledge, and group
combat skills. Unfortunately, Cedrick outdid Joe in the final results.

As someone who had always been arrogant and self-proclaimed that he was outstandingly talented,
Joe was unwilling to admit defeat. As such, he continuously called for more challenges and battles.

The two eventually grew closer to each other after many rounds of showdown. They later worked
together and became comrades, and that caused a temporary sensation.

However, the fire in Horington afterward changed everything.

Foreign rebels disguised themselves among the citizens and caused chaos, resulting in bloodshed
everywhere. Cedrick and Joe fought separately, but Cedrick learned of the devastating news shortly
after—a fire broke out at the battlefield where Joe was fighting.

He hurried to the scene without further delay, but all that was left was ashes and a raging fire.



Subsequently, Joe’s name was never mentioned again.

Judging from the familiar tone in this note and the handwriting that I remember…

Cedrick was certain that it was him.

“Hubby, did you find anything?”

As Gwendolyn stepped into the house, a faint scent of disinfectant permeated the air.

After the accompanying doctor arrived a moment ago, she cleaned herself with the cleaning tools. Her
complexion was now smooth and bright, and having changed into fresh clothes, she regained her usual
attractiveness.

“Channing’s men are searching through the bodies outside. Hamish’s body is in a terrible condition
after being rummaged by them. It’s truly…”

Her brows scrunched together as she spoke. She could not help but retch at the thought of the horrid
sight.

Cedrick had his right hand clenched into a fist. Upon sensing her approaching footsteps, he hid the
note away.

He got up slowly and walked over to caress her face. He grabbed her hand and headed out of the
house. “Where’s Neville and Swain? Have they not wrapped up? Ask them to come and see me,” said
the man to the police officer at the side after taking a deep breath.

The empty ground lay full of unconscious casualties. Some, who had to be taken care of on the spot,
had already been given a thorough body search. It was easy to tell that it was the work of Channing’s
subordinates.



At the sight of Cedrick, Channing rushed over to claim credit with a solemn expression.

“Mr. Jenson, my men and I have done our best. Hamish is an extremely cunning man. There’s no
useful information on his body at all. We’ve combed through every corner of his stronghold, but there’s
also nothing. It seems that his men have all run for their lives after the death of their boss.”

Right then, Swain also came over to report his findings.

“Boss, all the people lying in ambush on the mountain have been found. There’s a total of one hundred
and thirty of them. We’ve sent them back for custody. Also, we’ve found five hidden skilled assassins.
They sustained severe injuries while fleeing but no one’s in danger. What should we do next?”

Cedrick nodded. “Good. You’ll be in charge of this matter, then. Go back and continue with the
investigations. Also, proceed with the search for the fugitives on the name list. Where’s Neville?”

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