Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

To test his theory, Charles drove in the opposite direction according to the result he obtained.

Despite having the utmost trust in the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s investigation skills and Cedrick’s discoveries, Charles wanted to test the reliability of Dark Netz’s information.

Moreover, the person who sold him the information provided detailed insight into Gwendolyn’s situation, compelling Charles to seriously consider its validity.

He yearned for a chance to be with her, if only once.

On the road, Charles couldn’t shake the thought of Gwendolyn’s smile. Despite the risks, he was determined to give it a try, even if it meant jeopardizing his own safety on this journey.

Charles’ heart raced, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

At the height of his sensitivity, his phone rang.

It was a call from Whitney.

After Gwendolyn’s disappearance, Charles had not returned to the Newton residence for many days.

Despite Whitney’s efforts to reach out through texts and calls, Charles never responded to any of them.

After the phone call ended, Charles’ scattered thoughts settled, and his determination to find Gwendolyn only intensified.

However, he received a call from Jasmine immediately after.

He chose not to answer the call either. Once the phone stopped ringing, the Bluetooth system in his car automatically played the voicemail.

Jasmine’s voice played through the voicemail, scolding, “Charles, where have you been? You just got married, but you left your wife alone at home and won’t return. No husband should behave like you.”

Her criticisms annoyed Charles slightly.

As Charles was about to reject the call, Jasmine continued, “Whitney is ill. She had stomach flu and was in loads of pain. Lucas and I sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment. She hasn’t been discharged yet and is still receiving an IV drip. Are you not going to visit her, Charles?”

She’s fallen ill? How did fall sick when she’s only been at home?

Charles stared ahead silently, but Jasmine’s words began to make him waver.

“Charles, I’m running out of excuses for your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick wife to the hospital, but you’ve

and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed

Undeniably, he hesitated.

possibility that Cedrick had already found Gwendolyn and apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be in vain, and the person who sold him the information could have deceived him

chance that the information might be true. It presented a

couldn’t ignore the chance to rescue Gwendolyn and possess her as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight,

it hard to breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment of respite, and fell into deep

and silently finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide

with Whitney. Her illness made it all the more crucial for him

the red sky reflected off

Time was running out.

grip before tightening them again, the repetitive motion mirroring the turmoil inside

decision.

in Quawak, the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s team wasted no time. They immediately launched a

and decided to search for the old

residence, he was taken aback by the

limping gait remaining the same, his appearance and aura had undergone a noticeable

discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir,

man tensed up when he heard

chuckled. “What are

“N-Nothing. I…”

the elderly man to finish explaining, Cedrick forcefully tugged his collar backward

the ground with a thud. He

a sudden, the man hissed again, this time from the pain of

you really expect me to believe that an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should check if your skin

I was forced to do this!” the man begged, abandoning the jaded voice he had

cold and indifferent expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes and

stunned. “Joe? Who’s that? I really don’t know

kicked the man’s stomach with

left, and everyone else in Quawak was taken

again, the culprit was one