Wooing My Ex-Wife

The logistics department remained calm the entire afternoon.

The employees diligently concentrated on their tasks, rarely engaging in gossip or idle chatter among themselves.

Surprisingly, no one made any mention of the mouse incident that had occurred earlier that morning. The atmosphere was peculiar, with everyone fully immersed in their work.

After cleaning the lab restroom, Charles got off work and drove to his company.

He had contemplated heading straight home, but then the thought crossed his mind that Whitney might be unfamiliar with the way back home, so he made the decision to go back to the office.

However, he decided against heading to the logistics department that day. He reasoned that frequent visits to the department might raise suspicions and potentially create unnecessary complications.

He parked his car in the underground parking lot.

Feeling the heat, he rolled down the car window and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. Sensing the discomfort, he loosened his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt, allowing his collarbone to be partially exposed.

As he waited, he leisurely lit up a cigarette. Not feeling any rush, he refrained from urging Whitney to finish work quickly and instead patiently awaited her arrival, adopting the demeanor of a caring husband waiting to drive his wife home.

Meanwhile, Lana left work punctually, having completed her tasks ahead of schedule.

Recently, she bought a second-hand car. Taking a moment to check her appearance in the elevator and touch up her lipstick, she arrived at the basement, where the underground parking lot was located.

As she approached her car, her attention was captured by a sight that made her pause in awe. Parked beside her was a sleek, limited edition black Bentley.

The luxurious vehicle exuded an air of opulence and unmistakable value. Her own car, worth a mere one hundred thousand, paled in comparison.

Envy flickered in Lana’s eyes as she gazed longingly at the remarkable car.

There are many higher-ups in Newton Group, but only a handful of them can afford to buy a limited-edition car. Could Mr. Newton be inside this car?

Delight shone on her face as she went around the back of her car.

In the driver’s seat of the Bentley, a man sat smoking, his arm casually resting on the edge of the window. The striking watch adorning his wrist was a testament to his influence and status.

Lana grew so nervous that her heart began to race. It took several seconds for her to calm down before heading toward the car.

She approached the driver’s side of the luxurious car and leaned down, intentionally lowering her shirt to reveal a hint of her cleavage.

With an alluring tilt of her head and a charming smile, she feigned an expression of pleasant surprise.

“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Newton. Fancy running into you at the underground parking lot. I’m honored to be in your presence!”

grunted in acknowledgment. He didn’t react or

that all? Won’t he say

to remember me, Mr. Newton? I’m Lana Anfield from the logistics department. You reprimanded me yesterday for making a

frowned. “I don’t know who you

remembered reprimanding Whitney yesterday afternoon for no

Lana felt utterly embarrassed.

smile. “With so many ordinary employees in the company, it’s understandable if

turned icy. He was

Lana felt akin to an annoying mosquito buzzing incessantly around him, creating an unwelcome distraction that

without any expression on

Lana’s smile froze.

indeed as bad-tempered as the

placed a hand on her chest and said anxiously, “I apologize for the interruption, Mr. Newton, but I’m experiencing a problem with my car. It unexpectedly failed to start. Would

Lana could feel her heart pounding

a germaphobe,” Charles replied without

he saying

a look at my car? I’m a new driver and I purchased it just a few months ago.

a hint of impatience in Charles’ voice as he replied, “If there’s a problem with your car,

was

was nervous and didn’t expect Charles

as she pleaded, “Mr. Newton… please help me out. I bought a second-hand car, so the car dealership won’t help me. I tried calling

Charles was growing irritated.

eyes and glanced at

work in the logistics department,

didn’t want his employees to see Whitney getting into his

the door and stepped out of

she pointed to her car, her finger trembling slightly.

me the

responded, appearing somewhat dazed. She quickly

her car, Lana pulled out her phone secretly and took a photo of

her phone secretly and took a photo of him

Click!

sound was clear

to

once, Charles gripped her wrist and glared at

spooked by his

“M-Mr. Newton…”