Wooing My Ex-Wife

“You want to kill Gwendolyn?”

Although Craig did not believe that completely, he released his grip on Charles’ neck slightly.

Charles’ cheeks had already turned pale. Even though it was starting to get difficult to breathe, he continued without skipping a beat, “Craig, you’ve never experienced true despair. I don’t care what price I have to pay as long as Cedrick dies. Although I love Gwendolyn so much, she eloped with Cedrick so decisively during the wedding. I ended up being the joke of the town. I can’t forgive her for that either. Since they’re so in love with her, they can just accompany each other to the grave.”

A despairing yet vicious smirk played on his lips, making him look a bit scary.

With a raised eyebrow, Craig scrutinized Charles’ expression before withdrawing his hands. “You’re a madman, indeed. Your psyche is completely screwed up. However, this is good.”

Enduring the pain in his throat, Charles coughed slightly, his expression still remaining the same.

Craig gently stroked Charles’ neck, which had red imprints left from his fingers. His voice became softer as he said. “Since you’ve finished toasting the guests, there’s nothing else for you to do in the garden. Go back to your room and rest.”

“Got it. Craig.”

“Okay.” Craig averted his gaze and left the shadowy corner.

It was until Craig’s figure had completely been absorbed into the lively scene in the garden that Charles. finally let out a careful sigh of relief.

He took out an unopened packet of powder from his pocket and gripped it in his fist.

After Craig left, Gwendolyn deliberately kept a low profile. She evaded everyone’s vision and appeared in front of Charles.

Both of them shared a gaze and smiled.

Craig, who had just returned to the welcome party lobby, was finally stopped by Karl.

“Bad news, Mr. Craig!” Karl’s face was filled with panic as he whispered beside Craig’s ears. “My key to the top floor has disappeared. Only Mr. Charles was by my side before the welcome party started.”

The expression on Craig’s face changed drastically. Fury raged in his eyes as he roared through gritted teeth, “Charles Newton!”

Just when he turned around to enter the villa, Karl stopped him. “Don’t be angry yet, Mr. Craig. I’m just feeling suspicious. Since there are so many guests around, it’s not appropriate to spread the news about the top floor. Since Mr. Jenson is present, it might easily lead to a major commotion.”

After a brief moment of rage, Craig quickly suppressed the look of fury in his eyes.

to Karl and instructed calmly, “Don’t make a huge fuss about it yet. Find a chance to head to the top

“Understood.”

turned around and followed the

close

who had just returned to his room, was pacing back and forth

passed everything to Gwen. I’ll have to return the key to the top floor to Karl when the right

in the garden. Just when he was about to leave his room, he

are you

bowed respectfully. “Mr. Craig said that since you’re feeling unwell, you should

rested, so I’m fine now. It’s my welcome party tonight. Can’t I accompany Craig downstairs

to leave the room. After

two bodyguards did not budge even an inch. All they

anger and slammed the door forcefully, separating himself

close eye on me. Have I

touched his pocket. The key that he had stolen from Karl was still

party, Craig would definitely run a search on him and in his room.

Shrouded in utter darkness,

amongst the grass in the garden.

key, pushing it further into the soil. Only half of its golden

welcome party ended at half past

the guests left one by

left the Newton residence with

“Look, Hubby.”

their car was far away from the Newton residence, Gwendolyn took

transparent serum, while the other was

a solemn look. “We can’t drag this any longer. Let’s. send the serum

passing him the other packet of powder. “Look at this now.”

“What’s this?”

that Craig gave him. Craig wants to kill

know what drug-this

is and confirm that it’s lethal, we

said. “He gave you the packet of powder too. If Craig finds out that Charles didn’t manage to fulfill his task, he won’t