Wooing My Ex-Wife

Looking at Cedrick, who was acting coyly toward Gwendolyn, Treyton felt a sense of despair wash over him and sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Nico was unfazed by his boss‘ public display of affection, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he watched their interactions.

Standing beside Nico, Summer merely pouted her lips in jealously, looking at the clueless man next to her.

Gwendolyn forced a smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness wash over her as she observed the varied reactions of those around her.

Cedrick seemed genuinely upset as he leaned his head lightly against her shoulder, seemingly seeking for consolation. Thus, she did not stop him from hugging her and merely stroked the back of his neck out of habit, helping dispel his restlessness.

“Let’s not sit around aimlessly. Since everyone’s here, let’s begin the meeting.” Gwendolyn changed the topic.

At that, Nico assumed a serious demeanor and began, “I’ve specifically looked into Ms. Newton’s condition and even consulted several psychologists about it. They all shared the same opinion–she’s highly emotional and in an unstable mental condition. This is likely triggered by a stress response, and it’s unlike that she has experienced anything traumatic as she became like this in just a few days‘ time.”

Summer expressed her agreement with a nod. “That’s right, hence why we’re both leaning toward the theory that she has been injected with an unknown drug by Craig.”

As the conversation delved into a crucial topic, an undeniable tension settled in the living room.

Treyton went deep in thought for a long while before finally piping up, “I just remembered something Jennifer had told me about.”

“What is it?” asked Gwendolyn.

“Kiddo, do you remember when Jennifer returned to the Newton residence in search of evidence regarding Charles being an illegitimate child?”

Gwendolyn nodded in response. “Of course.”

“Jennifer mentioned being attacked on the top floor of the Newton residence, and in retrospect, it bears a striking resemblance to the incident when she fell ill. It’s worth noting that during that period, her mother, Caylie, was the sole occupant of the top floor. Jennifer has held suspicions that Caylie may have played a role in the incident.”

The mention of that particular incident jogged Gwendolyn’s memories, causing a surge of recollection to flood her mind. “Speaking of this, I remember something as well. Craig took Jennifer with him to the last business banquet. During the meal, Jennifer noticed red markings on Mrs. Newton’s wrist and asked me about her condition afterward. Treyton, I even mentioned this to you when I returned.”

his mind flooded with vivid memories of the incident

in the living room intensified, reaching a

free of Gwendolyn’s embrace. A frown marred his face as he questioned, “So, are you suspecting that Craig first

in

lowered, veiling the dangerous glimmer that lurked within

rest of the group

does that mean Craig still had the

sound of rattling chains coming from the top floor when I conducted a search at the Newton residence. He vehemently prevented anyone from entering that area and looking back on it now, it’s highly possible that Caylie is being held captive

contact Jasmine again and see if she can help

help us acquire evidence

could pull it

family. Craig’s duties at the Federal Bureau of Investigation are currently on hold as he awaits an investigation. With this, security will likely be heightened at the Newton residence. Time is of the essence; we

heavy silence descended upon the room.

to be the

took Summer home, while Treyton took over from

room fell into silence as each member of the group departed, leaving only Cedrick and Gwendolyn behind. At that moment, a hint of possessiveness and lust flitted across the man’s eyes. With one

Put me down. I need to go to the fourth floor to check on the kids,” Gwendolyn grumbled as she patted

the man did not comply and insisted on carrying her back to the room. “Mdm. Yarde is taking care of them, and they’re probably asleep by now. Why bother waking

We’re going to rest, so don’t you dare get handsy with

a visible

I taught Craig a lesson on your behalf

brow and allowed him to

he reassured

toward Craig. “Tell me how you dealt with him then. I want all the

that happened earlier that day. “I threw an ashtray and

furrowed her brows. “That’s all? Just a cut? He didn’t bleed?”

added dotingly, “Certainly, there will be bloodshed when I make a move. I made