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.

winced with pain. He waited for the pain to subside before scoffing.

were children. You and she had oppressed me for

interpreting the hint of malicious intent in Charles’ words. “What are you trying to do?”

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

stared at him in silence.

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

“Charles Newton!”

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

was done with his visit and came out. The latter lowered

so don’t tell

to be someone like that, cruelly

put out his cigarette and nodded in agreement. “There are too many hypocrites in this world. If you

a response, 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 finally go back to the Newton residence to have a good

home early and returning late,

in a

just taking care of a young girl. She’s so many years younger

more mature.”

tell he was interested in her. “That’s good. You’ve been a bachelor so many years, constantly

“At least I’m living with a girl now. You’re

into the car without saying a

hopped into the car as well and persisted, “Seriously, you should find a wife soon. Otherwise, if you keep showing up in front of

Charles remained quiet.

and quit rausing trouble tent it better if you

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