Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Meanwhile, the oblivious Charles was washing the lab’s toilet.

As they had to spend a long time cleaning, Benedict and Zendaya didn’t insist on them wearing female outfits.

Now that Charles and Nico could finally put their comfortable male clothing back on, they were a lot more diligent

in their work.

Just as they were washing the last cubicle of the fourth-floor toilet and Charles was spraying water everywhere with

a hose, a man in a professor’s garb walked in.

Turning around upon hearing the commotion, Charles made eye contact with the man, an action that stunned both

of them.

It was the same man who wanted Charles’ contact the last time.

As an awkward look descended upon Charles’ face, he lowered his head to look at his outfit for the day. He was no

longer dressed like a woman, so he didn’t feel weird this time.

However, the man scrutinized him from head to toe for a long while.

He was shocked to see Charles dressed like a man for the very first time.

Wow! There’s actually a man in this world who can dress up like a beautiful woman without putting on any makeup.

Without the wig and short skirt, Charles looked extremely dashing, his sky-blue eyes adding to the distinguished

aura he exuded.

“What are you looking at? This is the toilet. Just go about your business.”

Despite Charles’ indifferent voice, the commanding tone within it was unmistakable.

The hostility he showed was further accentuated by the threatening look in his eyes.

The man was rendered speechless by Charles’ response. The thought of peeing in front of a man who was

significantly more handsome simply felt weird.

Moreover, he had mistaken the latter as a pretty girl and even harbored designs upon “her.”

After a brief moment of awkwardness, the man turned to leave. “On second thought, I don’t feel like peeing

anymore.”

Thereafter, Charles gave the man’s leaving silhouette a puzzled look.

That’s strange, why did he decide not to use the toilet after coming all the way here?

Out of goodwill, Charles advised him, “Do you have any health problems? You’re still young, so don’t be too

engrossed in your research. Also, don’t forget to take some kidney supplements.”

Upon hearing Charles’ words, the man’s hair stood on end. He then tucked his head into his shoulders and scurried

away as fast as he could.

Charles snorted in disdain. “He’s such a coward yet dared to ask for my number back then. Even Whitney has more

balls than him.”

The moment Whitney’s name rolled off his tongue, Charles’ expression froze. A short while later, he continued

cleaning the toilet with a scowl on his face.

He was entirely oblivious to the fact that Cedrick and Benedict were plotting how to spend his money.

That day, Benedict cooperated as usual for his IV drip.

However, he no longer got Cedrick to leave, for his mind was occupied with the oceanarium.

Using Cedrick’s tablet, he searched for exotic animals with the intention of raising them there.

Moreover, he planned to head to the oceanarium in the afternoon to check it out, a first step in establishing his

underwater theme park.

The serious look on Benedict’s face triggered a sense of pride in Cedrick. Sitting by the former’s bed, he would

work on his laptop and peel some fruits for his son whenever he was free.

At that moment, both father and son got along harmoniously.

Meanwhile, at Newton Group, Whitney had noticed many of her colleagues giving her strange looks when she

walked into the logistics department on the fifteenth floor first thing in the morning.

She could feel their nosey gazes when they walked past her. Some had coffee in their hands, while others were

holding files.

In fact, quite a number of those seated would stare at her curiously as she walked past.

Feeling uncomfortable with the attention, she hurried to her seat in the corner without asking what was going on.

When she recalled how her colleagues who sided with Lana were upset with her, she checked her seat thoroughly

before sitting down.

After making sure that her chair wasn’t tampered with, her computer could be turned out as usual, and the table

was just as tidy as the day before, Whitney heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems I’m just being paranoid. Those women are probably not that childish to mess with my chair.

While she was in the midst of examining it, Lana—eyes glistening with schadenfreude nearby—would sneak

frequent glances at her.

Meanwhile, Whitney gradually took her seat, unaware of what was going on. She then turned on her computer,

inserted her flash drive, and copied the work she did in her study room the night before onto it.

A few minutes passed, yet she didn’t notice anything amiss until she heard knocking sounds from her drawer.

Curious to what it was, she proceeded to open it.

Right inside was a big fat rat scurrying around and squeaking non-stop.

The drawer was in an utter mess. It was covered with a dirty and smelly slime from the rat, while the documents

inside had all been chewed to pieces.

Just as Lana was waiting in anticipation for Whitney to scream, the latter remained calm with a darkening

expression.

Without any hesitation, she caught the rat’s tail with a swift motion and raised it into the air.

Everyone around her watched on in horror.

Everyone around her watched on in horror.

I never knew she was so gutsy! It’s shocking that she dared to catch a rat with her bare hands!

Rat in hand, Whitney swept her gaze across the room and demanded, “Whose is this?”

Everyone responded by looking down in silence.

As Whitney still remembered the female colleagues who sided with Lana to disparage her, she held up the rat to

them and asked them one by one.

“Is this yours?”

“Ah! Take it away from me. It stinks. It’s not mine!”

“Yours then?”

“No, not mine! Ah, take it away. It’s still moving!”

Her colleagues’ expressions drastically changed as they recoiled in fear.

Whitney sneered, “NR Group is one of Chanaea’s top-listed companies and has a clinically clean working

environment. There’s no way a rat would appear out of nowhere. This thing has ruined the documents in my

drawer. Whoever is behind this will be responsible for the loss. If no one admits to it, I’ll check the surveillance feeds

instead. When the time comes, I’ll hurl this rat onto her body.”

Whitney spoke in a forceful tone. She would never back down in the face of bullying.

However, silence continued to fill the room.

It wasn’t until a while later that Lana got to her feet. “Whitney, I just saw you take the rat out from your drawer. You

were the one who was secretly raising it in the office, and now, you’re trying to frame someone else for it?”

The women who sided with Lana backed her up.

“That’s right. We’ve been working here for a few years now and have never encountered a rat here, so why is

there one in your drawer on your second day here?”

“Only those who are dirty attract rats.”

“You started it, yet you’re kicking up a fuss. You’re just an intern. Do you really think you’re someone important just

because Isaac has your back? You should know your place and keep your head down, do you understand?”

As the women’s insults grew increasingly outrageous, Whitney’s anger began to swell.

She replied in a grim tone, “All of you are right. Only those who are dirty deserve this filthy rat. In that case, let’s

see who the real owner is. I’m going to let it track her down!”

No sooner had she spoken than she threw the rate onto the ground.

The fat rat was extremely agile as it scurried underneath everyone’s desks.

The girls on the entire floor screamed in shock. They kept jumping on their feet, while their faces lost all color.

With the male colleagues equally afraid of the rat, the entire logistics department was thrown into an uproar.