Wooing My Ex-Wife

To test his theory, Charles drove in the opposite direction according to the result he obtained.

Despite having the utmost trust in the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s investigation skills and Cedrick’s discoveries, Charles wanted to test the reliability of Dark Netz’s information.

Moreover, the person who sold him the information provided detailed insight into Gwendolyn’s situation, compelling Charles to seriously consider its validity.

He yearned for a chance to be with her, if only once.

On the road, Charles couldn’t shake the thought of Gwendolyn’s smile. Despite the risks, he was determined to give it a try, even if it meant jeopardizing his own safety on this journey.

Charles’ heart raced, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

At the height of his sensitivity, his phone rang.

It was a call from Whitney.

After Gwendolyn’s disappearance, Charles had not returned to the Newton residence for many days.

Despite Whitney’s efforts to reach out through texts and calls, Charles never responded to any of them.

After the phone call ended, Charles’ scattered thoughts settled, and his determination to find Gwendolyn only intensified.

However, he received a call from Jasmine immediately after.

He chose not to answer the call either. Once the phone stopped ringing, the Bluetooth system in his car automatically played the voicemail.

Jasmine’s voice played through the voicemail, scolding, “Charles, where have you been? You just got married, but you left your wife alone at home and won’t return. No husband should behave like you.”

Her criticisms annoyed Charles slightly.

As Charles was about to reject the call, Jasmine continued, “Whitney is ill. She had stomach flu and was in loads of pain. Lucas and I sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment. She hasn’t been discharged yet and is still receiving an IV drip. Are you not going to visit her, Charles?”

did fall sick when she’s

stared ahead silently, but Jasmine’s words began to make

sighed heavily. “Charles, I’m running out of excuses for your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick wife to the hospital, but you’ve been away for days and won’t reply to messages. What could possibly

on the steering wheel and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he didn’t

Undeniably, he hesitated.

possibility that Cedrick had already found Gwendolyn and apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be in vain, and the person who sold him

true. It

her as his

the side of the

finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide closure to

responsibility he had toward his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness

the red sky reflected off Charles’

Time was running out.

steering wheel firmly, then loosened his grip before tightening them again, the repetitive

a deep breath and made a resolute decision. He slammed

Federal Bureau of Investigation’s team wasted no time. They immediately launched a large-scale search operation in the area, meticulously conducting a census and registering

decided to search for the old fisherman

the man’s residence, he was taken aback by the change

man’s hunched back and limping gait remaining the same,

from behind, grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how many

man tensed up when

“What are

“N-Nothing. I…”

forcefully tugged his

to the ground with a thud. He let out a pained howl, clutching

sudden, the man hissed again, this time from the pain of having

elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should check if your skin is fake

Mr. Jenson. I was forced to do this!” the man begged, abandoning the jaded

a cold and indifferent expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes

stunned. “Joe? Who’s that? I really don’t know

a murderous aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s stomach with