Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 481 Bloodshed

Looking at Cedrick, who was acting coyly toward Gwendolyn, Treyton felt a sense of despair wash over him and

sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Nico was unfazed by his boss‘ public display of affection, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes as

he watched their interactions.

Standing beside Nico, Summer merely pouted her lips in jealously, looking at the clueless man next to her.

Gwendolyn forced a smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness wash over her as she observed the

varied reactions of those around her.

Cedrick seemed genuinely upset as he leaned his head lightly against her shoulder, seemingly seeking for

consolation. Thus, she did not stop him from hugging her and merely stroked the back of his neck out of habit,

helping dispel his restlessness.

“Let’s not sit around aimlessly. Since everyone’s here, let’s begin the meeting.” Gwendolyn changed the topic.

At that, Nico assumed a serious demeanor and began, “I’ve specifically looked into Ms. Newton’s condition and

even consulted several psychologists about it. They all shared the same opinion–she’s highly emotional and in an

unstable mental condition. This is likely triggered by a stress response, and it’s unlike that she has experienced

anything traumatic as she became like this in just a few days‘ time.”

Summer expressed her agreement with a nod. “That’s right, hence why we’re both leaning toward the theory that

she has been injected with an unknown drug by Craig.”

As the conversation delved into a crucial topic, an undeniable tension settled in the living room.

Treyton went deep in thought for a long while before finally piping up, “I just remembered something Jennifer had

told me about.”

“What is it?” asked Gwendolyn.

“Kiddo, do you remember when Jennifer returned to the Newton residence in search of evidence regarding Charles

being an illegitimate child?”

Gwendolyn nodded in response. “Of course.”

“Jennifer mentioned being attacked on the top floor of the Newton residence, and in retrospect, it bears a striking

resemblance to the incident when she fell ill. It’s worth noting that during that period, her mother, Caylie, was the

sole occupant of the top floor. Jennifer has held suspicions that Caylie may have played a role in the incident.”

The mention of that particular incident jogged Gwendolyn’s memories, causing a surge of recollection to flood her

mind. “Speaking of this, I remember something as well. Craig took Jennifer with him to the last business banquet.

During the meal, Jennifer noticed red markings on Mrs. Newton’s wrist and asked me about her condition

afterward. Treyton, I even mentioned this to you when I returned.”

Treyton nodded, his mind flooded with vivid memories of the incident being discussed.

The tension in the living room intensified, reaching a palpable peak with every revelation.

Cedrick broke free of Gwendolyn’s embrace. A frown marred his face as he questioned, “So, are you suspecting

that Craig first imprisoned his own mother, subjecting her to drug injections, and is now repeating the same sinister

act on Jennifer?”

Gwendolyn and Treyton nodded solemnly in agreement with the man’s assessment.

Cedrick’s gaze lowered, veiling the dangerous glimmer that lurked within his eyes and did not utter another word.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group continued their discussion.

“If that’s the case, does that mean Craig still had the drug?” asked Summer.

Expressing his approval of her theory with a nod, Nico added, “Given Craig’s desire to continue controlling Caylie,

it’s likely he continues to inject her with the drug. I recall Karl’s intense reaction to the sound of rattling chains

coming from the top floor when I conducted a search at the Newton residence. He vehemently prevented anyone

from entering that area and looking back on it now, it’s highly possible that Caylie is being held captive there!”

Gwendolyn lowered her gaze, deep in thought. “In that case, let me try to contact Jasmine again and see if she can

help us infiltrate the residence and obtain the drugs that Craig is using,” she proposed.

However, Summer had reservations about the approach. “Gwendolyn, Jasmine is Craig’s sister. Will she actually

agree to help us acquire evidence of his crimes? She would essentially be betraying her own flesh and blood!”

Truth be told, Gwendolyn wasn’t sure about that either and had no confidence that they could pull it off.

Nevertheless, she was not to give up before giving it a try.

“Let’s just give it a shot. Considering the circumstances, Jasmine is our best hope within the Newton family. Craig’s

duties at the Federal Bureau of Investigation are currently on hold as he awaits an investigation. With this, security

will likely be heightened at the Newton residence. Time is of the essence; we won’t have another chance to search

again,” she persuaded.

A heavy silence descended upon the room.

At that moment, this seemed to be the only option.

As the discussion drew to a close, Nico took Summer home, while Treyton took over from Brian and diligently kept

watch over Jennifer throughout the night.

The living room fell into silence as each member of the group departed, leaving only Cedrick and Gwendolyn

behind. At that moment, a hint of possessiveness and lust flitted across the man’s eyes. With one fluid motion, he

swept Gwendolyn off her feet.

“What are you doing? Put me down. I need to go to the fourth floor to check on the kids,” Gwendolyn grumbled as

she patted his shoulder lightly.

Nonetheless, the man did not comply and insisted on carrying her back to the room. “Mdm. Yarde is taking care of

them, and they’re probably asleep by now. Why bother waking them up? It’s late. We should be getting some rest

as well.”

“You said it yourself. We’re going to rest, so don’t you dare get handsy with me.”

Cedrick instantly furrowed his brows, a visible display of his growing aggrievance.

“Darling, I meant the intimate version of resting. Besides, I taught Craig a lesson on your behalf today and made

sure you got your revenge. Shouldn’t you reward me for that?”

She faintly arched her brow and allowed him to carry her upstairs. “Did you really?”

Cedrick gently nuzzled his nose against hers, his voice filled with sincerity as he reassured her, “Of course! How

could I ever dare to deceive you,, Darling?”

Her curiosity piqued, Gwendolyn sought to delve into the details of Cedrick’s punishment toward Craig. “Tell me how

you dealt with him then. I want all the details.”

“Understood!” Cedrick’s lips curled into a seductive smile. He continued to carry Gwendolyn upstairs as he

recounted the events that happened earlier that day. “I threw an ashtray and a coffee cup at him. He sustained a

cut on his forehead.”

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows. “That’s all? Just a cut? He didn’t bleed?”

Fully aware of her nefarious nature, he added dotingly, “Certainly, there will be bloodshed when I make a move. I

made sure to put him in his place.”

“What happened next?” she asked with a mischievous grin, her interest in the story growing by the second.

“After that, I made him do over five hundred push–ups, squat for over two hours, handstand for thirty minutes.”

Cedrick’s voice carried a magnetic allure as he reveled in the satisfaction of his actions, and his voice stopped when

the bedroom door shut.

Soon, the atmosphere grew charged with desire as the gasps of ecstasy filled the air, muffled and concealed in the

cloak of the dead of night.

The next day, Lucas and Jasmine rose early and made their way to the dining room in the Newton residence,

settling themselves at the table with poised postures as they waited for their older brother. Both of them knew

better than to begin eating before Craig’s arrival.

The previous night, Craig had returned home late to the Newton residence, long after Lucas and Jasmine had

retired for the night. Unbeknownst to them, Craig had faced punishment at the Federal Bureau of Investigation and

had been carried back by his subordinates due to his exhaustion.

After a night of rest, Craig had recovered most of his energy, but he was still plagued with lingering soreness all

over his body.

It had been years since he had received such severe punishment, and it was difficult for him to even get

downstairs.

Time seemed to stretch for Lucas and Jasmine as waited in the dining room. Upon seeing the invincible Craig

struggling to descend the stairs while being supported by the butler and housekeepers, their eyes nearly bulged out

of their sockets from the shocking sight.

“Craig, what happened? Did you get hurt last night?” asked Jasmine.

Lucas echoed her concern, saying, “Craig, if you’re having that much difficulty getting out of bed, you should ask

the housekeepers to deliver your meal to your room. Why put yourself through all this trouble?”

Craig’s scowl deepened, his brows furrowing tightly as the chilling aura around him intensified. Nonetheless, he did

not respond to his siblings‘ questions.

“It seems that Mr. Jenson had lost his mind yesterday and kept finding fault with Mr. Craig. He kept Mr. Craig in his

office for the entire afternoon and subjected him to harsh punishments that almost took his life,” answered the

butler on behalf of Craig.

“Oh, my goodness. I feel sorry for you, Craig,” Jasmine exclaimed meekly.

Meanwhile, Lucas lowered his head, concealing the joy that was dancing in his eyes.

Craig had been exerting his dominance over me day after day. I can’t believe I’d have the opportunity to witness

him in such a weak and feeble state. He can barely descend the stairs, let alone lash out!

For some reason, he was not concerned about Craig at all and was taking pleasure from the latter’s misfortune.