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.

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 been away for days and won’t reply to messages. What could

and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he

Undeniably, he hesitated.

culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be

couldn’t ignore the chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for him to save Gwendolyn if he

the chance to rescue Gwendolyn and possess her as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight, compelled

He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment of respite, and fell

the possibility of continuing forward and silently finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure, he

his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness made

the red sky reflected

Time was running out.

wheel firmly, then loosened his grip before tightening them again,

resolute decision. He slammed on the accelerator, his gaze

arriving in Quawak, the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s team wasted no time. They immediately launched a large-scale search operation in the area, meticulously conducting a

search for the old fisherman

was taken

and limping gait remaining the

approached the elderly man from behind, grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how

up

chuckled. “What are

“N-Nothing. I…”

Cedrick forcefully tugged his collar backward and threw him

with a thud. He let out a pained howl, clutching his back in

man hissed again, this time from the pain of having

an elderly man like you needs

Jenson. I was forced to do this!” the

cold and indifferent expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes and

“Joe? Who’s

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

everyone else in Quawak was taken away. I was the only one left behind. I’ve

culprit was one step ahead