Chapter 160
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Matthewâs expression darkened as he could tell he was being looked down upon.
âWho do you think you are? You donât have a say in anything I do in the police station.
Take her away!â He made a gesture, and all the police officers in the room swarmed over, seemingly determined to take Gwendolyn away immediately.
Maverick was furious.
A wicked yet deep male voice suddenly sounded from outside the door just as he was about to speak, stopping him before he even had a chance to start.
âMr. Scott, youâre speaking with such authority!â Matthew and all the police officers shuddered at the sound of that.
The former sprang to his feet and his body stiffened instantly.
Gwendolynâs face darkened in mere seconds.
I was so close.
Whoever this is, arrived on time.
Maverick silently sat back down after regaining his composure.
He knew who it was as soon as he heard that voice, and his handcuffed fists clenched even tighter subconsciously.
Gwendolyn had a thing for people with good looks.
She employed the most handsome ones, even when it came to her bodyguards.
Maverick remembered that this man was exceptionally good-looking.
Will Gwendolyn⦠His obsidian-like eyes darkened as he instinctively turned his head to look at Gwendolyn.
It turned out that Gwendolyn was not paying attention to his appearance.
She appeared to be somewhat unhappy and had a slightly upset expression on her face as though something else was bothering her.
The door opened, and the man who entered was dressed in a solemn military uniform underneath a dark green and black fur military coat.
The man was burly and standing straight.
He had delicate features and a sharp nose.
With his slightly narrowed eyes, he exuded an intimidating aura.
His deep blue, gem-like pupils, which complemented his eyes, were his most stunning features and added a touch of charm to his looks.
He appeared both righteous and wicked in his military uniform, making him even more attractive than a woman.
All the policemen, including Matthew, respectfully bowed their heads and greeted him with reverence as soon as he entered, âGreetings, Mr. Newton.
â He was the fourth son of the Newton family in Salinsburgh, Charles Newton.
Everyone who met him would address him formally.
Charles held a very important position as the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency for Chanaea.
He was born when the head of the Newton family went abroad, and his mother was his fatherâs third wife.
His mother was a woman of Epean and Alendor nationality, so he inherited a striking pair of deep blue eyes that were a beautiful blend of Chanaean and Epean bloodlines, making him exceptionally handsome.
Matthew greeted him nervously as his mind was filled with confusion, and he was unable to fathom the situation.
Iâve just received a mandated order from my superiors, so how did this man show up so quickly? Only Asher and the mysterious head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation would likely have more power in this field than Charles in the entire Chanaea.
However, no one had ever seen the true face of that mysterious man, and even his real identity and background remained a mystery.
It was said that he left on a mission many years ago, and there hadnât been any word about him since.
Matthew gathered his thoughts and put on a pleasing expression before bowing slightly in his direction.
âWhat brings you to our humble town of Fairlake, Mr. Newton? You should have let your subordinates inform us, so we at the Fairlake Police Station could have been better prepared.
Please, take a seat.
â Charles completely ignored him.
The interrogation roomâs heater was on, and it was warmer inside.
Charles took off his coat and handed it to his subordinate.
Then, he walked toward Gwendolyn with steady footsteps.
It was only then did Gwendolyn noticed him.
That wickedly handsome face gradually overlapped with the memories of her childhood.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she had mixed feelings as she called out softly, âCharles?â
Charles responded with a smile, and his eyes were like a deep, brilliant blue ocean filled with stars.
Shirley and Samantha looked utterly bewildered.
Maverick was dumbfounded.
He felt nauseous.
Maverick was initially concerned that Gwendolyn might be drawn to Charlesâ appearance, but it turned out that they had known each other for quite some time.
And she was calling him so intimately⦠Maverick stifled his feelings by remaining silent and biting his pale, thin lower lip, which resulted in a row of bloody marks.
As Charles approached Gwendolyn, he gazed at her with warmth and tenderness.
Surprisingly, she didnât shy away when he raised his hand to touch her delicate face.
Maverick reached out and grabbed Gwendolynâs arm instinctively, drawing her attention to himself.
âWhatâs wrong?â Gwendolyn inquired.
His deep, dark eyes welled up with tears, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of grievance spread across his pale, handsome face.
âGwendolyn, I donât feel so good⦠Cough! Cough! It hurtsâ¦â It was only then Gwendolyn noticed the crimson-red bloodstain around his lower lip.
Based on his feeble expression, it doesnât seem like heâs putting on an act.
âWhere does it hurt?â Maverick froze for a moment and raised his arm without hesitation.
âMy hand hurtsâ¦â His wrists were now swollen and had a deep red ring of blood around them from the handcuffs.
The sight was shocking and distressing.
However, Gwendolyn did not feel sorry for him.
Instead, her expression turned cold instantly.
Did this b*stard forget that I was also wearing an electronic handcuff? The fact that itâs tightened like that clearly shows that he did it himself! Was he putting on a pitiful act again? She remained silent as she pursed her lips tightly and fixed her gaze on Maverick.
Charles was the first to react, and his tone was icy as he looked at Matthew.
âYouâre already using handcuffs? Who taught you this method of handling cases, Mr. Scott?â âMr.
Newton, both of them are suspects, soâ¦â Matthew said hesitantly as his face turned pale with fright.
Charlesâ eyes narrowed, and he repeated, âI said, uncuff them.
â âYes, yes, yes.
â Matthew had no choice but to bite the bullet and order his subordinates to fetch the keys.
A minute later, the handcuffs were uncuffed.
Maverick naturally took Gwendolynâs hand and gently massaged her wrist for her.
Gwendolynâs wrist had a few faint red marks at first, but they quickly vanished.
In light of Maverickâs recent feigned distress, Gwendolyn withdrew her hand irritably and gazed lazily ahead without looking at Charles.
There was a hint of mixed emotions in her eyes as though her thoughts were a tangled web.
Charles took Matthewâs seat, lowered his head, and began to flip through the case files.
A moment later, he sneered, âThe evidence youâve gathered up until this point is far from sufficient to hold them accountable.
And you actually want to lock them up? Are you sick of being the captain already?â On the one hand, there were orders from his superiors and the temptation of a promotion, while on the other hand, it was a devastating blow from Charles.
Matthew felt bitter and could only betray his superior.
âMr. Newton, it wasnât me.
I wanted to let them go, but Mrs. Lane and my superior disagreed.
I have a low rank, so I had to follow orders.
However, you have the final say now that youâre here.
â Shirley could tell that Charles had come to help Gwendolyn that day.
With him around, it was likely that Gwendolyn and Maverick wouldnât even be placed in a detention cell, much less receive a direct prison sentence.
Shirley couldnât accept it and complained in a low voice, âIâve heard of you, Mr. Newton, but this case doesnât seem to fall under the jurisdiction of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Itâs fine if youâre here to observe the case, but interfering with Mr. Scottâs decisions doesnât seem quite appropriate, does it?â Charles didnât reply, but Matthew cursed, âYou donât know sh*t! Fairlake Police Station is nothing in front of Mr. Newton.
As long as he wants to be in charge, everyone here has to listen to him and obey his orders at any time.
â Shirleyâs expression darkened.
Samantha, who was wrapped up like a mummy, was also quite unwilling to accept this situation.
Gwendolyn rested her chin on her hand.
Her beautiful eyes still exuded a languid charm as if she was the one casually watching the show as an outsider.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room suddenly became a bit eerie, and it lasted for two minutes until a manâs disdainful chuckle echoed through the air.
Charles scowled and looked at Maverick, who was seated across from him, with narrowed eyes.
âWhat are you laughing at?â