Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Suzanna’s smile froze at Gwendolyn’s question, but she quickly composed herself and smiled even more brightly.

She pulled Gwendolyn aside and whispered, “These directors are influential figures in Grandeur Group. One word from any of them would make or break our artists‘ casting opportunities in the drama. So try not to upset them, Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn nodded expressionlessly in response.

They returned to the table after their whispering.

Tom, Harry, and Peter had not stopped staring at Gwendolyn since she entered the private room. Gwendolyn wanted to throw up under their lustful stares.

Tom was the first to speak up. “Ms. Shalders, you’re really as pretty as the rumors say. You’ve got a great figure too.”

“You’re too generous. The three of you are truly exceptional and successful,” replied Gwendolyn obligingly.

Suzanna quickly invited everyone to take their seats before toasting Gwendolyn, “This is your first business meeting since joining the company, Ms. Shalders. Please allow me to toast to a successful deal.”

As she spoke, she pushed a glass of red wine into Gwendolyn’s hand.

Gwendolyn swirled the liquor around the glass and sniffed the bouquet elegantly. “Hmm, a 1982 Château Lafite Rothschild. What an excellent wine.”

She smiled and clinked glasses with Suzanna before polishing off the wine in a single gulp.

Harry jumped in to flatter Gwendolyn, praising, “Ms. Shalders, I didn’t take you for a wine aficionado. You can hold your drinks well too. How utterly charming. I hope you’ll accept my toast as well.”

“Aren’t we discussing the casting for Grandeur Group’s drama project? Why haven’t any of you brought the subject up?” asked Gwendolyn.

Calmly, one of the directors replied, “Of course, we’ll get to it, but we should have a few glasses and relax before getting down to serious business. I’m sure you understand how this works, don’t you, Ms. Shalders?”

They smiled at Gwendolyn and raised their glasses at her.

Gwendolyn did not put off their requests and downed glass after glass of wine.

Meanwhile, Noah knocked on the door to the CEO’s office at Wright Construction Group.

He entered the room and politely handed a dossier on Gwendolyn’s background to Maverick.

“Boss, our men have investigated her three times. This is the final, organized information we have on

her background for your review,”

the documents from his assistant and read

furrowed.

background seemed perfectly ordinary until it came

line about her coming from an orphanage. No other details were

there actually someone in this world that

to sense his employer’s doubts and asked, “Do you want them to dig

placed it on a stack of documents in his office, adding, “She’s deliberately hiding her true background from us. We’ll just be wasting our efforts investigating her. The only thing that’s certain is that her background isn’t

long windows in his office and lit a cigarette, his gaze

“Boss, you have a dinner meeting tonight, which was booked a week ago. Are you

“Yes.”

took

not refused a drink during

promptly polished off six

despite the amount of liquor she had drunk, which added to her allure. Her gaze, however, remained lucid.

even as she struggled to keep a clear

heavyweight at drinking. Even the directors are getting tipsy. How is she

to collapse at the

refilled her glass with red wine and downed it when the

she shot her dinner companions a smile so beatific it bordered

no choice but to bow to

they had to

and asked, “Why did everyone stop drinking? If that’s too much liquor to handle, perhaps it’s time we got down to

even raised her glass to

hastily turned to Suzanna, signaling her to

wine, they would surely collapse and spend their night in the private

her teeth in annoyance. Plying Gwendolyn with alcohol was

had given her a packet of odorless, colorless powder to guarantee

glances with Peter, who caught her hint and

have you seen the production plan for our upcoming male

took out some documents and handed them to Gwendolyn, explaining. “This is the latest version.

to receive the documents

of glass shattering

had knocked Gwendolyn’s wine glass off the table.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it, Ms. Shalders. I must

colleague suspiciously but did not