Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497 Boy Servant 

As her soothing words reached his ears, Craig’s eyes glistened with tears that gradually spilled over. 

“I’m sorry, Mom. I wish to stay alive, and I’m unwilling to relinquish the status and privileges I have attained. I refuse to be confined in a high–security prison, living a life worse than death like a mere walking corpse.” 

He embraced the frail woman in his arms, holding her tighter as if seeking solace. 

“Rest assured, Mom. That illegitimate child has caused your mental deterioration and the loss of Jennifer. I know how much you hate him. I’ll make him pay for his actions.” 

As the evening drew near, Lucas made his way back home. His hand firmly pressed against his aching lower back. 

For the past few days, he had been compelled to carry out errands for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and now his entire body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse. 

Craig is so vicious. I can’t even pass the basic assessment with my mediocre skills. How can my feeble body withstand the intense missions of the bureau? 

Lucas felt like crying, as he was constantly being exploited, living each day in what felt like a living hell. 

He wondered when he could break free from the torture. 

But as soon as the image of Charles being beaten with two canes flashed past his mind, Lucas grew terrified. He forcefully suppressed his urge to curse Craig. 

He clung to the wall, his legs trembling as he slowly inched his way toward the garden. 

When Lucas saw a male housekeeper rushing passed him, he called out, “Why are you running? Come over here and help me.” 

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment before approaching and offering his support. “Apologies, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Craig is currently having the top floor cleared out. I’ve been preoccupied and forgot to greet you.” 

“Why is he cleaning the top floor?” 

Shaking his head, the housekeeper replied, “We’re not privy to Mr. Craig’s intentions. It’s already past six o’clock, and he’s insisted on having everything cleared out by tonight. Otherwise, we’ll be in trouble.” 

Even though Lucas was perplexed, he did not want to get the housekeeper into trouble. “You can go about your tasks. There’s no need to assist me. I’ll manage on my own.” 

“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Lucas,” the servant replied, bowing deeply before hurrying off to the backyard. 

As Lucas watched his retreating figure, his suspicions grew stronger. 

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What is Craig up to? My intuition tells me that something weird is going on. 

Lucas continued to make his way toward the backyard slowly. 

As he approached, the sound of shattering glass grew more frequent and piercing. 

The backyard was bustling with housekeepers and bodyguards, and even the butler was present. All of them were busy with their tasks, completely oblivious to him. 

Some were burning things, while others were smashing glass containers or digging holes. 

Lucas gazed at the scene unfolding before him, his mind filled with bewilderment. 

Amidst the chaos, he noticed a partially destroyed container in a corner. There were small glass vials, each holding remnants of transparent liquid. 

Curiosity got the better of him and he instinctively reached for one of the vials for closer examination. 

To his surprise, the butler, caught off guard by his actions, hurried over and swiftly took the vial from his grasp, returning it to its original place. 

“Mr. Lucas, these are nothing but rubbish. They are items Mr. Craig wishes to dispose of. Please refrain from touching them. Everyone is occupied, so we can’t attend to your needs at the moment. I suggest you go into the villa. Dinner will be served shortly.” 

Lucas nodded absentmindedly. “Very well, carry on with your tasks. I’ll return to my room.” 

“Goodbye, Mr. Lucas,” the butler replied with a respectful bow before resuming his unfinished duties. 

As Lucas made his way out of the bustling scene, he took a moment to survey the chaotic surroundings. When no one was paying attention to him, he discreetly picked up the glass vial he had examined earlier and swiftly hid it in his pocket. Soon after, he maintained composed and calmly left the backyard. 

After a long day of work, Cedrick returned to Harrick Villa and was surprised to find a new addition to the household–the mischievous and spirited Jasmine. 

That evening, as everyone gathered around the dining table for dinner, Jasmine couldn’t take her eyes off Cedrick. 

Gwendolyn noticed and gently tapped Jasmine’s head. “What are you looking at? Focus on your meal!” 

“All right.” 

Rubbing her slightly throbbing head, Jasmine redirected her attention to her meal. However, her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn’t resist stealing glances in Cedrick’s direction. 

Cedrick lifted his gaze and made eye contact with Jasmine. 

Instantly, Jasmine felt guilty and quickly averted her gaze, too afraid to continue looking at him, 

“Is there something on my face?” he asked, bewildered. 

“No, it’s just that I find you really handsome. I haven’t had a chance to observe you up close like this before and upon closer inspection…” 

Cedrick raised an eyebrow. “What did 

you 

discover?” 

Gwendolyn also looked at Jasmine curiously. 

However, the latter looked at both of them, feeling hesitant to speak up. 

After much deliberation, she cautiously said, “I can’t help but feel that you bear a striking resemblance to someone I know.” 

Gwendolyn and Cedrick exchanged glances. “Who?” he asked. 

Jasmine shifted in her seat before leaning closer to Gwendolyn and whispered, “Don’t you think Mr. Jenson looks a lot like that personal servant you had in Fairlake?” 

Cough! Cough! 

Even though she tried to speak in a hushed tone, her words reverberated through the relatively quiet dining hall, catching Cedrick off guard and causing him to almost choke on his food. 

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. 

The events that took place in Fairlake were considered a dark chapter in Cedrick’s past. 

Gwendolyn decided to play along and asked Jasmine, “So, between Mr. Jenson and the personal servant from Fairlake, who do you think is more handsome?” 

Even though Jasmine was naive, she had a keen eye for observation. 

“Well, there’s no need to ask. Of course, it’s Mr. Jenson! After all, he’s your husband. No one can compare to him when it comes to power, wealth, and handsomeness!” 

As Jasmine flattered Cedrick, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge his reaction.