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.

sending your sick wife to the hospital, but you’ve been away

and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he didn’t

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

chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for

as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight,

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

if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide closure

the responsibility he had toward his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness made it all

sky reflected off Charles’ conflicted

Time was running out.

grip before

made a resolute decision. He slammed on the accelerator,

launched a large-scale search operation in the area, meticulously conducting a census and registering the identity of

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

arrived at the man’s residence, he was

man’s hunched back and limping gait remaining the

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

up when

are you afraid

“N-Nothing. I…”

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

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

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

an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should check if your skin is

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

expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes and demanded, “Where is

man appeared stunned. “Joe? Who’s that?

kicked the

in Quawak was taken away. I was the only one

again, the culprit was one step ahead