Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles uttered, “All right. I’ll be quick and won’t make things difficult for you.”

He turned around and reentered the secret interrogation room.

Under the guidance of two soldiers, he walked through the corridor to the door where Craig was being held.

When the iron door was opened, the first thing Charles saw was a pool of blood. Craig’s body was covered in blood, his face pale and drenched in a cold sweat. His hands were hung from hooks on the ceiling of the room. That was a standard method of torture practiced by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Charles had known Craig for a long time, and the latter had always appeared stately and arrogant. That was the first time Charles had seen Craig in such a pathetic state.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t thrilled to take in that sight.

After all, he had never considered himself a saint.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Craig looked up with much difficulty and snorted weakly. “1. anticipated you to come. Charles, do you think you’ve won?”

Charles also laughed openly. “It’s rare to see you suffer, so how could I miss witnessing this scene? Still, didn’t win. It’s you who lost first.”

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Craig’s initially unfocused gaze gradually turned sharp as he glared at Charles. “You can gloat for now, but there are still plenty of male descendants from the branches of the Newton family. Although Lucas is cowardly, I’m certain he will step up if the Newton family were to be handed to a disgraceful illegitimate son like you.”

Charles was unfazed. He riveted his deep blue eyes on Craig, intending to etch the sight of the latter’s miserable state to his mind. “When I was seven years old, as both of us enjoyed eating the same dish. Caylie thought I was snatching your food, so she deliberately knocked over the soup, which splashed on my arm. When I was eight years old, because I took one of your pens, Caylie slapped my palm fifty times. when Dad wasn’t around. My hand swelled up so much for the subsequent three days that I couldn’t hold a pen. When I was twelve, I asked to borrow one of your ponies to play with Gwen, but Caylie framed me for stealing your pony. You didn’t stand up for me. In the end, I was dragged to the ancestral hall and was whipped a hundred times with a cane. I was in such pain I couldn’t walk for a week.”

Craig listened in silence while gazing at Charles in confusion.

The latter merely sneered and continued. “After Dad passed away, you, Michael, and I fought to become the head of the family. You arrested Michael for economic fraud, put him behind bars, and deliberately. arranged for your men to torture him, causing him to develop a mental illness and take his own life. At the same time, you used your position to transfer me away. When I came back, you seized a small mistake to punish me in the ancestral hall in an effort to assert your dominance. Also, not long ago, because of the issue with the top floor key, you once again disciplined me, breaking two canes in the process. You should remember all these things, Craig”

As Charles spoke casually, he extended his finger toward Craig’s chest and poked at the wound on the man’s torso, which was caused by whipping.

scoffing. “You’re such a grudgeful person, remembering every

me since we were children. You and she had oppressed me for so many years, and now that

of malicious intent in Charles’ words. “What are you trying

his usual twisted and wicked smile. “I heard you’re seeking

at him

the side of Craig’s ear and whispered, “I won’t let you die so easily. I

“Charles Newton!”

Craig’s resentful demeanor and laughed hysterically, a crazed expression flashing across his

on his second cigarette, Charles was done with his visit

wrong with you? He’s been hung up, so don’t tell me he

didn’t expect Craig to be someone

cigarette and nodded in agreement. “There are too many hypocrites in this world. If you don’t look beneath their pretense,

leading the way out of the secret interrogation room. “Let’s go back to the Federal Bureau of Investigation to handle the procedures. I can

“Indeed. If I keep leaving home early and returning

a

I’m just taking care of a young girl. She’s so many years younger than me, so I’ll wait till

more mature.”

good. You’ve been a bachelor so many years, constantly looking at

man with an odd expression. “At least I’m living with a girl now. You’re the real old bachelor here. When are you

got into the car without

keep showing up in front of Gwendolyn

Charles remained quiet.

settle down and quit rausing trouble tent it better

nagging, Charles retorted. “I’m interested in the little beat you’re When you gift her