Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

After ending the call, Gwendolyn fell into deep thought before her computer before deciding to call Charles.

Having successfully completed his one-month assignment of cleaning the restroom, Charles had returned to Newton Group and was presently in a meeting.

His expression turned serious when his phone, set to silent mode, lit up, showing Gwendolyn’s name. Pausing the meeting, he excused himself and headed out to answer the call.

The higher-ups of Newton Group were left behind, baffled by his sudden exit.

“Gwen, why are you calling me at this hour? Is there an emergency?”

Gwendolyn told him sternly, “Something happened to the Cloud family. They have been wiped out. Do you know about this?”

Charles fell into a momentary silence. “I did come across the news this morning, but I didn’t delve into it. Is that the reason you called me?”

He quickly realized why she called. “Do you think I’m behind this?”

“The Cloud family was already on the brink of departing from upper-class society. Ignatius’ family had never had many enemies. The only recent conflict I recall was the one between you and Jessamyn.”

Charles listened to her silently before letting out a snort. “Is that why you’re suspecting me?”

Before Gwendolyn could reply, he added menacingly, “Gwendolyn, you think too highly of me. I’m not capable of killing over one hundred members of their family overnight. Even if I wanted to teach Jessamyn a lesson, I wouldn’t involve the others.”

Gwendolyn sighed. “I know it wasn’t you. I never suspected you.”

Charles’ expression relaxed slightly.

Gwendolyn’s analysis continued as she delved deeper into the topic. “I don’t believe it’s as straightforward as it seems. While the Cloud family may have experienced a downfall, they still wielded significant influence. If the culprit’s motive isn’t driven by a personal grudge against them, could it be that all the influential families in Salinsburgh are potential targets?”

As the gravity of the situation became apparent, Charles would undoubtedly be summoned for questioning by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The matter was serious, so Cedrick would need to personally handle it.

targets included the Harris, Jenson, and Newton families—considering their

for some time. “After my meeting concludes, I’ll pay the Cloud residence a visit and

“Okay. Be careful!”

the call concluded with Gwendolyn’s polite reminder, a sense of

the fact that it had been quite some time since they had last communicated. He realized he hadn’t even

returned to the conference room to

in a rush, and Charles left

a while ago. She told me she needs to talk to you in person about

Whitney wanted to talk

responded, “No, I will not see her. We are currently at work, and she is not Mrs. Newton here. She is simply an employee, still in her probationary period in the logistics department. Please inform her to concentrate on her work and refrain from entertaining thoughts of visiting the

slightly. “Got

returned to his office and grabbed his jacket before taking the elevator to the

to find

was up, spanning a two-meter radius, with officers stationed to guard the entrance. The area surrounding the Cloud residence

the media had gathered, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to be the first to interview and report on

trapped amidst the crowd, unable

feeling lost when his gaze fell upon Nico, who emerged from the Cloud residence and retreated to a secluded corner

the yellow tape, allowing him entry into

boss of the Central Intelligence

then I am the last person who had a conflict with Ignatius. Given my role as the head of the Newton family and my past as the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, I will undoubtedly be the prime suspect in the eyes of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. They will summon me for questioning sooner or

true.” Nico flashed a smirk and put out his cigarette. “Come on. Mr. Jenson

a hand in his pocket and trailed behind him leisurely but didn’t

the Cloud residence were stained with blood, forming a gruesome tableau that spoke of the horrific massacre that had occurred the previous night. The metallic tang of blood permeated the

surveyed the scene, his gaze sweeping across the area. He observed the police officers diligently covering the lifeless bodies with white cloths, preparing them for removal from the Cloud residence using stretchers. One by one, the bodies were carefully carried out, leaving behind only patches of blood and pristine spots where the deceased had previously lain,

entered the scene, his countenance turned stern, mirroring the gravity of the situation. Charles, too, adopted a

footage from both inside the Cloud residence

happened last night, and the internal memory

depicting where the bodies lay. “Did you

at the scene. The perpetrator exhibited precision and removed all potential evidence. The forensic doctor conducted the autopsies and confirmed that the victims died from over ten stab