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.

was speechless. Is that all? Won’t

“Do you happen to remember me, Mr. Newton? I’m Lana Anfield from the logistics department. You reprimanded me

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

Whitney

Lana felt utterly embarrassed.

so many ordinary employees in the company, it’s understandable if you don’t remember

expression turned icy. He was clearly

felt akin to an annoying mosquito buzzing incessantly

looked at Lana without any expression on his face.

Lana’s smile froze.

bad-tempered as

Newton, but I’m experiencing a problem with my car. It unexpectedly

she spoke, Lana could feel her

germaphobe,” Charles

he saying

at my car? I’m a new driver and I

Charles’ voice as he replied, “If there’s a problem with your car, you should go to the car

was

she was nervous

soft as she pleaded, “Mr. Newton… please help me out. I bought a second-hand car, so the car dealership won’t help me. I tried calling them but

Charles was growing irritated.

narrowed his eyes and glanced at

logistics department, so Whitney should be coming

to see Whitney getting into

opened the door and stepped out of his car. “Where

to her car, her finger trembling slightly.

the car

responded, appearing somewhat dazed. She quickly retrieved her car keys and

car, Lana pulled out her phone secretly and took a photo of him unlocking her

he went over to her car, Lana pulled out her

Click!

shutter sound was clear

forgot to

her wrist and glared at her in an intimidating

spooked by

“M-Mr. Newton…”

“Delete the photo.”

you talking about?” Lana lowered her gaze guiltily and feigned