Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 849

At Charles words. Whitney’s leashed emotions suddenly broke free

Biting her lower lip hard to hold her sobs back, she murmured. “It’s okay. Are you okay over there? Is it overly dangerous!

When she was in Tayhaven back then, she heard Muprary was in a state of great turmoil. Warfare raged year-round there, and it was common for thugs to open fire and kill people.

– The danger is still manageable. The new company we’ve established here has run into some trouble, and they need me to step in and sort things out. If all goes well, I should be back in two days

If things didn’t go smoothly, there was no telling how long it might take.

Charles didn’t explain the kind of trouble involved.

In truth, the local bigwig there had captured their company’s staff and demanded an exorbitant ransom. If they didn’t see Charles within a day, they threatened to kill one of the hostages in their hands,

The local bigwig was a notorious gang leader in Muprary and had never once failed to put his threats into action.

The company’s staff were innocent, and Charles couldn’t disregard their safety.

Subsequently. Whitney recalled some other assistants saying that Newton Group established a new company in Muprary to mine locally in preparation for venturing into the jewelry business.

If he needs to step in to resolve the issue, it must be quite tricky

Charles then continued, “Go home earlier. You can skip work while I’m not in the office these days. I’ll make up for our missed date next time.”

Holding the phone and listening to his response, Whitney was slightly taken aback.

That was the first time he explained what he was doing. On top of that, he admitted to their date.

“Most importantly, you’re safe. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

“Okay. Don’t contact me these few days. I’m hanging up

“But—”

Before Whitney had finished speaking. Charles had already hung up on the other end of the phone. Thus, their first date ended up being a total washout

Just then, a knock sounded on the private room’s door. The server tentatively asked once again. “How much longer do you think you’ll need, Ms. Mellor? We’re about to close.”

Whitney didn’t respond to that, simply picking up her bag before walking out of the restaurant.

No sooner had she stepped out of the restaurant than the lights within were promptly turned off. She sat all alone on the bench by the entrance.

Casting her mind back to the joy she felt earlier in the day when she found out that he wanted to go on a date with her to the depression swamping her right then, she was somewhat dazed.

The might sky was shrouded in fog, with the moon hiding behind the clouds. The streets were sparsely populated, with only Whitney sitting there alone.

Rumble!

A clap of thunder split the air. She looked up at the sky and murmured, “It’s going to rain soon.”

Back when she lived in the mountains, she often heard such thunder. Each time, she would get scared and hide in her room, not daring to leave the room.

But right then, she even dared to face such thunder.

The downpour arrived swiftly, drenching Whitney’s clothes. In no time at all, she was completely soaked.

The distant shricks of passersby drifted into her ears. She looked up to see people running like lightning. A cloud of mist rose from the street, blurring her vision.

She raised both hands, catching the falling rain as the relentless downpour pelted her pale face without mercy.

It’s time to go home.