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.

if you don’t care about sending your sick wife to the hospital, but you’ve been away for

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

Undeniably, he hesitated.

the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip

his doubts, Charles couldn’t ignore the chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for him to

and possess her as his

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

and silently finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure,

with Whitney. Her illness made it all the more

sky reflected off

Time was running out.

before tightening them again, the repetitive motion mirroring the turmoil

a deep breath and made a resolute decision. He slammed on the accelerator, his gaze filled with determination

no time. They immediately launched a large-scale search operation in the area, meticulously conducting a census and registering the

and decided to search for

arrived at the man’s residence, he was taken aback by the change in the

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

grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he

man tensed up when

chuckled. “What are you

“N-Nothing. I…”

explaining, Cedrick forcefully tugged his collar

a thud. He let out a pained howl, clutching his

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

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

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

cold and indifferent expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes and

“Joe? Who’s that? I really don’t

aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s stomach

in Quawak was taken away. I was the only one left behind. I’ve never heard of anyone

culprit was one step ahead of