Prologue My Husband with a Bounty on His Head Found Me Cordelia Bryson left her husband five years ago. Since she didn’t even go through the divorce process, some might call it a midnight escape. But she still saw his face every day—on the newspaper she subscribed to and the village bulletin board outside. It wasn’t to boast abou...
Prologue My Husband with a Bounty on His Head Found Me Cordelia Bryson left her husband five years ago. Since she didn’t even go through the divorce process, some might call it a midnight escape. But she still saw his face every day—on the newspaper she subscribed to and the village bulletin board outside. It wasn’t to boast about how remarkably handsome he was, nor to remind people that he was once one of the most promising entrepreneurs in the eastern part of the New Continent. No—it was because of the bounty. The enormous amount of money on his head. Cordelia sighed as she looked at that familiar face posted on the bulletin board again today. “Still not caught, huh.” Just when one notice was taken down, a new one would go up. And each time, the bounty was higher. How was that even possi
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