Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Half an hour later, Benedict, who had just finished receiving his IV drip, followed Charles to the small basketball court behind the laboratory.

A professional lawyer was already there, and motivated by the lucrative remuneration, he had swiftly drafted two liability waiver forms.

With no holds barred, the fight might result in the death of one party, and if that happened, the other party wouldn’t be held responsible for whatever happened.

Charles and Nico signed their names and affixed their thumbprints on the two documents, respectively, under the supervision of the lawyer.

Zendaya considerately brought two small stools over, one for herself and the other for her brother. She also prepared two packets of caramel sweets, one box of strawberries, and a plate of cut melon.

“Benny, come quickly. I can’t hold all these things on my own.”

Benedict glanced at her, noticing the pile of food stacked to her height on the stools she was carrying, and a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes. “You’re such a glutton. Can you even fit that much food in your stomach?”

Zendaya chuckled. “This isn’t just for me. I’ve also prepared your portion. After Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles finish fighting, they will surely be parched and want to eat too.”

Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone.

“Girls are so troublesome,” Benedict complained while going over to help lighten his sister’s load by taking some food from the stool.

“You’re the best, Benny. I know you’re just a soft-hearted person with a sharp tongue.”

He snorted indifferently, but his eyebrows were slightly arched. After all, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud, being praised by his little sister.

After watching the lawyer finalize both documents, Charles strode over to help Zendaya carry the stools to the outermost part of the basketball court against the wall.

He squatted down and caressed Zendaya’s petite face, uttering worriedly, “The fight may get a little bloody later. You may feel uncomfortable witnessing it, so why don’t I get Mr. Mallory to bring you to the shopping mall to watch a movie? What do you say, Zendy?”

The little girl was upset for a while after seeing Charles’ hand bleed when he split open the durian with his hand previously, so he reckoned she might feel more distressed this time.

“No. I want to cheer you on, and I’m not afraid.”

“Be good, Zendy.”

Benedict chimed in from the side, “It’s best to get her out of here, or she’ll surely cause trouble later.”

Zendaya shook her head firmly, unwilling to leave.

Charles couldn’t change her mind, so he finally gave up. “Zendy, if you feel uncomfortable watching the fight, take a break, all right?”

“I got it. When did you become so nagging, Uncle Charles?”

Charles didn’t explain further and simply picked Zendaya up onto the stool, then helped her unwrap a packet of caramel sweets and fed her a piece of candy.

After doing all that, he got up and walked back to Nico.

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of sorts, standing by the wall

Charles stood opposite each other, three meters

and said, “Charles, do

by the

capable you are, then. I also want to win. After all, I don’t want to wear women’s clothing, much less clean the toilet. Although you were the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, you haven’t trained for

his hands behind his back, wearing a provocative and confident smile on

“I’ll win fair and square. I don’t need

I won’t go easy on you.” With that, Nico instantly launched

sidestepped and quickly

blows, fighting with great

on a strawberry. “Wow. It’s so entertaining and pleasing to the eyes to see two

might not think so in a little while. I hope you don’t

he meant, continued to watch Nico and Charles

every punch with all their might without holding

to eat

long yet you can still be on

that, Charles was momentarily distracted and was struck in the face

turned black

mouth at once, feeling both distressed and guilty. “I’m

blame her and continued to tangle with

the start of the fight, both of them had held

remembered the words Benedict had said to him alone in the room. I must win, but not too easily. I’ll

by a fraction, adopting a defensive stance instead of

forcefully in Charles’ direction at that moment. The latter dodged a split second too slow and was

metellic teste spreed in his orel cevity, end blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

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with increesing tension, end her heert pelpiteted. She tugged et her brother’s sleeve weekly. “Benny, who

upright, end curled his lips into e smile. “Of

even blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. I don’t went him to lose, but I elso wish to see him in e

ten minutes of fighting, Cherles fell to the floor three times, end his body wes

wes unscethed. Judging by the