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.

the voicemail, Jasmine sighed heavily. “Charles, I’m running out of excuses for your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick wife

tightened his grip on the steering wheel and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the

Undeniably, he hesitated.

had already found Gwendolyn and apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would

the chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for him to save Gwendolyn if he acted on

and possess her as his own.

breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment

ended in failure, he believed

Whitney. Her illness made it

sky reflected off Charles’ conflicted

Time was running out.

before tightening them again,

a deep breath and made a resolute decision. He

Bureau of Investigation’s team wasted no time. They immediately launched a

refused to remain idle and decided to search for the old fisherman at the

when he arrived at the man’s residence, he was taken

the old man’s hunched back and limping gait remaining the same, his appearance and

man from behind, grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how many years

tensed up when he heard Cedrick’s

“What are you afraid

“N-Nothing. I…”

finish explaining, Cedrick forcefully tugged his collar backward and threw him

to the ground with a thud. He

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

that an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should check if

Please don’t, Mr. Jenson. I was forced to do this!” the man begged, abandoning the jaded voice he

Cedrick narrowed

“Joe? Who’s that? I really

a murderous aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s stomach with

boss, Hamish, left, and everyone else in

culprit was one step ahead