The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

“Hahaha, thank me?” Seraphina shook her head, laughing coldly. “I’m not a good person, Everheart. I only told you this, so you
realize how horrible you’ve been. You missed out on such a great man. And now... he’s mine. I’ll be the one to take care of him.
I’ll be the one to support him. All he needs is me now.”
“I’ll thank you again in advance then. Please take good care of him for me, and support him well. When I was with him, we were
quite a disaster. It’s like we’re oil and water or something.” Renee said, genuinely wishing Seraphina and Stefan well.
She found Seraphina’s love towards the man was purer, deeper, and unwavering than hers. If this was truly where her life ended,
she figured that Seraphina was the best candidate as Stefan’s future lover.
“Hmph, don’t act all nice now. No matter how selfless you pretend to be, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve said all I wanted to say.
Everyone, get on with it now!” Seraphina ordered.
She seemed perturbed and didn’t want to stay at the scene at the time. All she left was her phone aimed straight at Renee,
capturing every second of this event.
With that, the only people left in the warehouse were the helpless Renee and the group of energetic men.
The leader of the group cracked his knuckles and nodded towards Renee. “Sorry, lady. We just want money. Don’t worry. We’re
not sick in the head. We’ll be gentle with you. But whether you come out alive is up to your capability to endure through all of it.”
Renee shut her eyes, filled with despair. “If it’s possible, I hope you guys can just kill me right now.”
“No can do. Miss Murphy specifically ordered us to ‘torment you to death.’ If she just wanted to take your life, this would’ve been
so much easier.” The man said and scanned the area, politely speaking. “Why don’t you just lay down and cooperate with us
now?”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then don’t blame us for being violent!” The man’s expression immediately shifted, aggressively lunging towards her.
Renee was merely on a leash. Her limbs were not restricted, so she intended to make a desperate attempt to escape.
Suddenly, the man spoke in a surprised tone. “Wait, lady. You’re... you’re a Middleton?”
Renee frowned, opening her eyes to look back at him. “What?”

“The pouch in your shirt pocket. Who gave this to you? The white plum blossom embroidery is our family crest. Seeing this crest
is no different from seeing our ancestors...” The man explained as he fell to his knees, groveling. “We are terribly sorry for not
realizing sooner. Please accept our sincerest respect.”
At the very same time, the rest of the group knelt down as well.
Renee was speechless, looking towards the medicinal pouch, then remembered how Margaret briefly mentioned The Albus
Order.
Thinking back to how these people didn’t look like they were from the city, she instantly sighed in relief.
‘Tsk tsk, Margaret sure is a psychic! The pouch did help get me out of a pickle! It saved my life!’