Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Suzanna’s smile froze at Gwendolyn’s question, but she quickly composed herself and smiled even more brightly.

She pulled Gwendolyn aside and whispered, “These directors are influential figures in Grandeur Group. One word from any of them would make or break our artists‘ casting opportunities in the drama. So try not to upset them, Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn nodded expressionlessly in response.

They returned to the table after their whispering.

Tom, Harry, and Peter had not stopped staring at Gwendolyn since she entered the private room. Gwendolyn wanted to throw up under their lustful stares.

Tom was the first to speak up. “Ms. Shalders, you’re really as pretty as the rumors say. You’ve got a great figure too.”

“You’re too generous. The three of you are truly exceptional and successful,” replied Gwendolyn obligingly.

Suzanna quickly invited everyone to take their seats before toasting Gwendolyn, “This is your first business meeting since joining the company, Ms. Shalders. Please allow me to toast to a successful deal.”

As she spoke, she pushed a glass of red wine into Gwendolyn’s hand.

Gwendolyn swirled the liquor around the glass and sniffed the bouquet elegantly. “Hmm, a 1982 Château Lafite Rothschild. What an excellent wine.”

She smiled and clinked glasses with Suzanna before polishing off the wine in a single gulp.

Harry jumped in to flatter Gwendolyn, praising, “Ms. Shalders, I didn’t take you for a wine aficionado. You can hold your drinks well too. How utterly charming. I hope you’ll accept my toast as well.”

“Aren’t we discussing the casting for Grandeur Group’s drama project? Why haven’t any of you brought the subject up?” asked Gwendolyn.

Calmly, one of the directors replied, “Of course, we’ll get to it, but we should have a few glasses and relax before getting down to serious business. I’m sure you understand how this works, don’t you, Ms. Shalders?”

They smiled at Gwendolyn and raised their glasses at her.

Gwendolyn did not put off their requests and downed glass after glass of wine.

Meanwhile, Noah knocked on the door to the CEO’s office at Wright Construction Group.

He entered the room and politely handed a dossier on Gwendolyn’s background to Maverick.

“Boss, our men have investigated her three times. This is the final, organized information we have on

her background for your review,”

and read them several times, his brows

furrowed.

it came to her life before she was fifteen years old.

was only a line about her coming from an orphanage. No other details were available, not even regarding when

there actually someone in this world

employer’s doubts and asked, “Do you want them to dig deeper?”

adding, “She’s deliberately hiding her true background from us. We’ll just be wasting our efforts investigating her. The only thing that’s certain is that her background

to the long windows in his office and lit a cigarette, his gaze dark and thoughtful.

have a dinner meeting tonight,

“Yes.”

Group took turns toasting Gwendolyn at

drink during their three rounds of toasts.

off six bottles of red

mildly flushed despite the amount of liquor she had drunk, which added to her allure. Her gaze, however,

frustrated, even as she struggled to

be a heavyweight at drinking. Even the directors are getting tipsy. How

collapse at

refilled her glass with red wine and downed it when the others stopped pouring liquor for

companions a smile

had no choice but to

truly a sight which they

tables on them and asked, “Why did everyone stop drinking? If that’s

raised her glass to

directors hastily turned to Suzanna, signaling her to fix

to drink one more glass of wine, they would surely collapse and spend their night in the private

her teeth in annoyance. Plying Gwendolyn with alcohol was no longer an

had given her a packet of odorless, colorless powder to guarantee the success of

who caught her hint and

seen the production plan for our upcoming male protagonist drama?”

Gwendolyn, explaining. “This is the latest version. Why don’t you take a

receive

sound of glass shattering filled the

wine glass

so sorry! I didn’t mean it, Ms. Shalders. I must be kind of tipsy.

suspiciously but did not stop