Wooing My Ex-Wife

Logan, with a face marked by wrinkles, wore a wide grin, radiating a warm and amiable aura. “I’ve been with the Jenson family since I was a teenager. Back then, I used to go with the driver to pick up Old Mr. Jenson from school. Time passes in the blink of an eye, and I never thought I would spend half of my life in the Jenson residence.”

Gwendolyn nodded, moved by his words. “No wonder Old Mr. Jenson trusts you, Logan. Having a loyal and dependable butler like you is a blessing for the Jensons.”

“It’s an honor to receive praise from you, Mrs. Jenson,” Logan replied.

Both of them wore smiles as they conversed amiably.

As they were about to descend to the first floor, Gwendolyn continued asking, “Logan, you must be the longest–serving person in the Jenson family. Have you met Cedrick’s parents–my father–in–law and mother–in–law?”

Logan’s smile gradually faded, and a tinge of sadness appeared on his face. “Yes, I have. Mr. Cedrick was his father’s most beloved eldest son. He was still young when they passed away.”

Flashbacks of memories overwhelmed him with emotions. “Mr. Cedrick had certainly led a difficult life. Losing his parents at such a young age and being caught in the power struggles between his uncles, he, as the eldest grandson, had to navigate through challenging circumstances. Thankfully, Old Mr. Jenson kept him close and shielded him from numerous plots and schemes, even though he was strict with him.”

“Plots and schemes?” The keywords caught Gwendolyn’s attention. “Indeed, there are always all kinds of dirty secrets within prominent families.”

She paused for a moment and took the opportunity to inquire further. “Even a young child had to face manipulation and schemes. Did Cedrick’s parents really die in a car accident and not due to foul play?“.

Logan looked puzzled. “Mrs. Jenson, why do you ask such a question? Old Mr. Jenson was still a formidable figure in the military back then, and he personally investigated and closed the case. I’m sure there couldn’t have been any mistake.”

Gwendolyn observed Logan’s expression and did not notice anything unusual. I guess he really has no idea what transpired. Old Mr. Jenson closed the case, concluding that it was a car accident, but Yael believes there’s more to it than meets the eye, suspecting foul play. So, who’s lying? Is it possible that someone as astute as Old Mr. Jenson is unaware of the truth? If there are other underlying factors involved, the fact that Old Mr. Jenson didn’t disclose them even to his most trusted butler speaks volumes about the significance he attributed to this matter.

As she delved deeper into her thoughts, the questions at hand became increasingly apparent, particularly concerning Valentino’s position on the matter. This heightened her sense of suspicion.

“Mrs. Jenson? Mrs. Jenson?” Noticing her absent–mindedness, Logan called out to her multiple times, attempting to bring her back to the present.

Gwendolyn responded, “Yes?”

“Why did you suddenly become interested in knowing about Mr. Cedrick’s parents?” he asked.

voice, “Oh, it’s nothing. I just feel a bit upset that I

of the villa. Would you like to return to Harrick Villa or proceed to the garage to retrieve a car and

matters to attend to at the company. But you don’t need to about me, Logan, I’m familiar with the nooks and crannies of the Jenson residence now. I won’t get

silent as she preferred to be on her own. He bowed

slightly and made her way to the

the villa, watching her figure disappear around the corner before turning back

efficient in hunting down

been planning to secretly leave the borders of Chanaea in a

and thin physique was no match for

land and nearly drowned himself when he jumped into

was Neville and his team who rescued him

heartless! Does he really want to destroy me? Can’t he just pretend he isn’t aware of what happened and let me go? Release me right now! Are you taking me back to the ancestral hall for a public flogging or sending me to a high–security prison? No! I refuse to

and the others paid

eventually swiftly tore off a strip of tape to seal his mouth. “Mr. Yael has been a recent guest

planned to lock him up at the Federal

Xander ceased his struggles. As long as he could avoid a whipping or being confined to a high- security prison, he still held hope for a comeback. He believed that his confinement in the Federal Bureau of Investigation would last no

he had underestimated the

him to stay in

for Xander. He was thrown into a space

all those individuals were convicts involved in

threw him into the space, he grabbed the iron bars and shouted relentlessly, “I want to see Cedrick! Tell

that of a privileged youth sheltered from the harsh realities of

his behavior, the police officer ignored him and coldly walked

while gripping

eerie feeling crawled up his spine as if numerous pairs of eyes were watching him, making him