Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

The logistics department remained calm the entire afternoon.

The employees diligently concentrated on their tasks, rarely engaging in gossip or idle chatter among themselves.

Surprisingly, no one made any mention of the mouse incident that had occurred earlier that morning. The atmosphere was peculiar, with everyone fully immersed in their work.

After cleaning the lab restroom, Charles got off work and drove to his company.

He had contemplated heading straight home, but then the thought crossed his mind that Whitney might be unfamiliar with the way back home, so he made the decision to go back to the office.

However, he decided against heading to the logistics department that day. He reasoned that frequent visits to the department might raise suspicions and potentially create unnecessary complications.

He parked his car in the underground parking lot.

Feeling the heat, he rolled down the car window and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. Sensing the discomfort, he loosened his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt, allowing his collarbone to be partially exposed.

As he waited, he leisurely lit up a cigarette. Not feeling any rush, he refrained from urging Whitney to finish work quickly and instead patiently awaited her arrival, adopting the demeanor of a caring husband waiting to drive his wife home.

Meanwhile, Lana left work punctually, having completed her tasks ahead of schedule.

Recently, she bought a second-hand car. Taking a moment to check her appearance in the elevator and touch up her lipstick, she arrived at the basement, where the underground parking lot was located.

As she approached her car, her attention was captured by a sight that made her pause in awe. Parked beside her was a sleek, limited edition black Bentley.

The luxurious vehicle exuded an air of opulence and unmistakable value. Her own car, worth a mere one hundred thousand, paled in comparison.

Envy flickered in Lana’s eyes as she gazed longingly at the remarkable car.

There are many higher-ups in Newton Group, but only a handful of them can afford to buy a limited-edition car. Could Mr. Newton be inside this car?

Delight shone on her face as she went around the back of her car.

In the driver’s seat of the Bentley, a man sat smoking, his arm casually resting on the edge of the window. The striking watch adorning his wrist was a testament to his influence and status.

Lana grew so nervous that her heart began to race. It took several seconds for her to calm down before heading toward the car.

She approached the driver’s side of the luxurious car and leaned down, intentionally lowering her shirt to reveal a hint of her cleavage.

With an alluring tilt of her head and a charming smile, she feigned an expression of pleasant surprise.

“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Newton. Fancy running into you at the underground parking lot. I’m honored to be in your presence!”

Charles puffed out smoke and grunted in acknowledgment. He didn’t react or spare her a look.

Is that all? Won’t he

soft, timid voice, “Do you happen to remember me, Mr. Newton? I’m

Anfield?” Charles frowned. “I don’t know who

only remembered reprimanding Whitney yesterday afternoon for

Lana felt utterly embarrassed.

so many ordinary employees in the company, it’s understandable if you don’t remember me. Perhaps we’ll have an opportunity

icy. He

akin to an annoying mosquito buzzing incessantly

on his face. “You should head home after work.

Lana’s smile froze.

bad-tempered as the

she placed a hand on her chest and said anxiously, “I apologize for the interruption, Mr. Newton, but I’m experiencing a problem with my car. It unexpectedly failed to start. Would it be possible for you

she spoke, Lana could feel her heart pounding

germaphobe,” Charles replied

he saying I’m

Newton, would you mind taking a look at my car? I’m

in Charles’ voice as he replied, “If there’s a problem with

was curt

close to tears as she was nervous and didn’t expect Charles to be

second-hand car, so the car dealership won’t help me. I

Charles was growing irritated.

narrowed his eyes and glanced at his

department, so

want his employees to see Whitney getting into

and stepped out of his

with surprise as she pointed to her car, her

the car

Lana responded, appearing somewhat dazed. She quickly

pulled out her phone secretly

over to her car, Lana pulled out her

Click!

was clear in the quiet

forgot to

and glared at her in

spooked by his

“M-Mr. Newton…”

“Delete the photo.”

lowered her gaze