The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 689 In less than a day, Darcy had traced the source back to Pete.

Pete was Marlowe's right-hand man. So the answer naturally fell into place.

In the ward.

Taking advantage of Joanna's absence, Darcy entered the ward and reported the results to Bruce.

“Mr. Everett, we've identified the mastermind behind the scenes.” “Speak.” Bruce leaned against the hospital bed with a menaced expression.

Wearing a poker face, Darcy spoke emotionlessly, “It was Marlowe Yanice, the heir of Yanice Group, who ordered the attacks.” “He orchestrated both the previous car accident and the recent shooting” “Marlowe Yanice?” Bruce frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He had almost forgotten about this scumbag.

Over a decade ago, the two were about the same age and were both top-tier wealthy second-generation elites in Greyport.

Naturally, people liked to compare them.

Marlowe was not only arrogant but also had a despicable character. He always wanted to compete with Bruce. Among the wealthy second-generation elites in Greyport, he was known as “Trash Marlowe” due to his terrible personality.

Despite being wealthy, he constantly engaged in disgusting behavior.

He would use women without paying them, refuse to acknowledge gambling losses, and not repay debts. He particularly enjoyed pursuing innocent and naive college girls. One of these girls became pregnant after he dated her. However, he abandoned her without any compensation.

These young college girls were inexperienced and emotionally vulnerable. They couldn’t handle the emotional blows. One of them tragically committed suicide by jumping off a building.

After the incident, Marlowe showed no remorse but boasted about his charm instead. The incident caused a sensation.

throughout Greyport.

Though Bruce was a despicable bastard himself, he disliked others who were also despicable. Furthermore, he might have had a bad temper, but he had principles and a clear sense of right and wrong. He knew what should and shouldn't be done in critical situations.

Especially a decade ago, Bruce was also in his rebellious and self-assertive phase.

It was easy to imagine what happened when Marlowe provoked him.

As a result, Marlowe ended up in prison, serving a solid nine years behind bars.

People thought that spending nine years in prison would reform this scum and bring about a change in him.

Yet things didn’t turn out as expected when he finally got released.

“Hmph, he really messed up this time.” “To fall into the hands of such a trash.” Bruce’s eyes glinted with a hint of viciousness. He felt even more disgusted. He could have accepted defeat if his opponent had been someone on his level. But to be defeated by someone like Marlowe was like a lion being ambushed by a pack of hyenas. It was simply humiliating.

After contemplating briefly, Bruce coldly ordered, “Go give him a lesson. Teach him how to behave.” “Understood, Mr. Everett!” “Make sure to clean the mess up. Don’t leave any trouble behind.” “Don’t worry, Mr. Everett.” Darcy had been working for Bruce for years. This was not the first time Bruce had ordered him to do something like this.

Naturally, he would handle it flawlessly and leave no evidence behind.

“Also, check the latest updates on Liam's side! He wants to fight for custody over me! Satisfy his demands.” Though Darcy looked slightly puzzled, he respectfully responded. “Yes, Mr. Everett.” As they were talking....

The ward door was pushed open.

Joanna walked in clumsily with a big belly and a thermos in her hand.

“Miss Haynes.” Darcy greeted her.

In the blink of an eye, Bruce's expression changed, and he instantly reverted to his foolish appearance.

“Wifey, | want a hug.” Seeing Darcy in the room, Joanna looked surprised. “Darcy, what are you doing here?” “Uh, well... just now...” Darcy's poker face turned awkward. He did not know how to answer Joanna's question.

Though he had exceptional combat skills, he was terrible at socializing, let alone lying.

Not wanting Darcy to expose himself, Bruce quickly changed the subject. “Wifey, I'm so hungry. | want something to eat.” Hearing this, Joanna didn’t probe further and quickly opened the thermos. “Oh, | made some spaghetti for you.” “I want you to feed me.” Bruce chewed on his saliva and spat out bubbles. He pretended to look foolish and silly.

Darcy was speechless. Bruce looked as if he was having constipation. He found Bruce's appearance ridiculous.

Bruce acting like a retard was simply extraordinary.

Previously, he didn’t know that Bruce was acting, so he didn’t feel that embarrassed. Now that he knew it was an act, he suffered so much holding back his laughter.

“I'll make a move first.” Joanna was focused on pouring the spaghetti out of the thermos and did not notice anything unusual between the two.

“Here, open up. Be careful. It’s hot.” Joanna wound the spaghetti around the fork and carefully fed it to him.

“Ah...” Bruce opened his mouth wide like a bird fed by its mother.

“Is it good?” “Yes, my wife’s spaghetti is the best,” Bruce praised with a silly smile.

Joanna was stunned and looked at Bruce in surprise.

Logically speaking, he had suffered two brain injuries and shouldn't remember that she had made spaghetti for him before.

However, she didn’t dwell on it too much. After all, it was his favorite dish in the past, and it was normal for him to remember it subconsciously.

“Eat slowly. Don’t burn yourself.” “Whoo... It's hot...” Upon hearing that, Joanna quickly cooled down the spaghetti before carefully feeding it to him.

Bruce enjoyed Joanna Haynes’ attentive care. He couldn’t be more content in his heart.

He really loved seeing her gentle and careful demeanor.

Meanwhile...

After finishing work, Pete went to the usual massage parlor with a few of his henchmen.

As usual, he ordered the masseuse he was familiar with.

Shortly after, Pete laid quietly on the massage bed, waiting for the arrival of the beautiful masseuse.

Ten minutes flew by.

The beautiful masseuse did not come. Instead, four burly men in black entered the room.

Realizing that it wasn’t the masseuse, Pete immediately panicked. “What are you guys doing?” As he spoke, he attempted to run towards the door.

However, it was too late. One of the men grabbed his shirt collar and pushed him against the wall.

Without hesitation, he pressed a pistol against Pete's lower back.

“Stay still. If you dare to make a move, today will be the day you die.” Pete was startled and dared not struggle any further. “Brothers, which gang are you from?” “Hmph.” The man in black sneered in disdain.

Pete’s mind raced, and he deliberately knocked over the table, trying to make a loud noise to draw the attention of his henchmen in the adjacent room.

“No need for those tricks. We've taken care of all your lackeys. No one is coming to save you. You'd better cooperate.” Hearing this, Pete knew he had encountered a formidable opponent today and quickly put on a submissive smile.

“Do you know why we're looking for you?” “Brother, if you have something to say, just go straight to the point!” Pete admitted defeat in a second.

“Don’t play dumb.” “I heard you've been acting arrogantly lately!” Pete gulped nervously and stammered, “N-no. | was only doing my job.” “You guys are quite bold to mess with our boss. You should have known what the consequences you would face.”