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?”

How did fall sick when she’s only been

stared ahead silently, but Jasmine’s

you don’t care about sending your sick wife to the hospital,

and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he didn’t come to a

Undeniably, he hesitated.

had already found Gwendolyn and apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be in vain, and the person

his doubts, Charles couldn’t ignore the chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for him to save Gwendolyn

possess her as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight, compelled

by his dilemma, Charles found it hard to breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment of respite,

in failure, he believed it would provide closure to the decade of

he had toward his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness made it all

sky reflected off Charles’ conflicted

Time was running out.

loosened his grip before

and made a resolute decision. He slammed on the accelerator, his gaze filled with determination

launched a large-scale search operation in the area, meticulously conducting a census and registering the identity of every

search for the old fisherman at the creek

he arrived at the man’s residence, he was taken aback by

remaining the same, his appearance and aura had

grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how many years have you been fishing

tensed up

chuckled. “What are you afraid

“N-Nothing. I…”

waiting for the elderly man to finish explaining, Cedrick forcefully

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

sudden, the man hissed again, this time

to believe that an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should

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

indifferent expression, Cedrick narrowed

“Joe? Who’s

murderous aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s stomach