Wooing My Ex-Wife

As her soothing words reached his ears, Craig’s eyes glistened with tears that gradually spilled over.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I wish to stay alive, and I’m unwilling to relinquish the status and privileges I have attained. I refuse to be confined in a high–security prison, living a life worse than death like a mere walking corpse.”

He embraced the frail woman in his arms, holding her tighter as if seeking solace.

“Rest assured, Mom. That illegitimate child has caused your mental deterioration and the loss of Jennifer. I know how much you hate him. I’ll make him pay for his actions.”

As the evening drew near, Lucas made his way back home. His hand firmly pressed against his aching lower back.

For the past few days, he had been compelled to carry out errands for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and now his entire body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse.

Craig is so vicious. I can’t even pass the basic assessment with my mediocre skills. How can my feeble body withstand the intense missions of the bureau?

Lucas felt like crying, as he was constantly being exploited, living each day in what felt like a living hell.

He wondered when he could break free from the torture.

But as soon as the image of Charles being beaten with two canes flashed past his mind, Lucas grew terrified. He forcefully suppressed his urge to curse Craig.

He clung to the wall, his legs trembling as he slowly inched his way toward the garden.

When Lucas saw a male housekeeper rushing passed him, he called out, “Why are you running? Come over here and help me.”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment before approaching and offering his support. “Apologies, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Craig is currently having the top floor cleared out. I’ve been preoccupied and forgot to greet you.”

“Why is he cleaning the top floor?”

Shaking his head, the housekeeper replied, “We’re not privy to Mr. Craig’s intentions. It’s already past six o’clock, and he’s insisted on having everything cleared out by tonight. Otherwise, we’ll be in trouble.”

Even though Lucas was perplexed, he did not want to get the housekeeper into trouble. “You can go about your tasks. There’s no need to assist me. I’ll manage on my own.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Lucas,” the servant replied, bowing deeply before hurrying off to the backyard.

As Lucas watched his retreating figure, his suspicions grew stronger.

red

What is Craig up to? My intuition tells me that something weird is going on.

his way toward

he approached, the sound of shattering

bustling with housekeepers and bodyguards, and even the butler was present. All of them were busy with their tasks,

were smashing

unfolding before him, his

in a corner. There were small glass vials, each holding remnants of transparent

better of him and he instinctively

his surprise, the butler, caught off guard by his actions, hurried over and swiftly took the vial from his grasp, returning it to its

Everyone is occupied, so we can’t attend to your needs at the

carry on with your tasks.

butler replied with a respectful bow before resuming his unfinished

the chaotic surroundings. When no one was paying attention to him, he discreetly picked up the glass

work, Cedrick returned to Harrick Villa and was surprised to find a new addition

evening, as everyone gathered around the dining table for dinner, Jasmine

tapped Jasmine’s head. “What are you looking at? Focus

“All right.”

to her meal. However, her curiosity got the

gaze and made

quickly averted her

there something on my

it’s just that I find you really handsome. I haven’t had a chance to observe you up close like

raised an

you

discover?”

also looked at

at both of

can’t help but feel that you

Cedrick exchanged glances. “Who?” he

her seat before leaning closer to Gwendolyn and whispered, “Don’t you think Mr. Jenson looks a lot like that personal servant

Cough! Cough!

a hushed tone, her words reverberated through the relatively quiet dining hall,

but laugh at

took place in Fairlake were considered a dark chapter

decided to play along and asked Jasmine, “So, between Mr. Jenson and the personal servant from Fairlake, who