# Chapter 162: The Quest for the Elusive Doctor
Hello, dear readers! How wonderful to have you back with me again. Today, we continue our journey through the gripping pages of "The Untouchable Ex Wife," and trust me—this chapter is packed with tension, secrets, and a daring plan that will have you holding your breath until the very last word. So sit back, settle down, and let me walk you through every twist and turn of Chapter 162.
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The air in the hospital corridor was thick with urgency, but that wasn't the only thing hanging heavy in the atmosphere. Ezra's face had gone pale, and his tongue seemed to tie itself in knots the moment Renee turned her sharp, questioning gaze upon him.
"Umm..." *Ezra averted his gaze nervously, his mind racing a thousand miles per second.* 'Damn it! Stefan ordered me not to expose it before it was done. How could I have made such a silly mistake?'
Any keen observer could see that Ezra was hiding something—something big. But Renee's mind was occupied with far graver matters than deciphering the nervous tics of a man carrying secrets. Still, that flicker of unease was enough to make her press just a little harder.
"No, I'm... talking about the hospital. We have targets to hit. This hospital has a record of ninety-nine percent recovery, so we can't fail this for the sake of the hospital's reputation," *Ezra lied quickly, his voice barely steady.*
The excuse was flimsy, but Renee had bigger fish to fry. And speaking of fish—her next target was a man who spent most of his days casting lines into the open sea. Her primary mission was clear: find Doctor Owen Wagner and convince him, by any means necessary, to help save Quinton.
"Ezra, do you know where Doctor Wagner is? I'll go ask him personally if you guys can't persuade him." *Renee was never one to sit idly by and wait for others to fight her battles. She'd always trusted her own two hands to carve her path, and she certainly wasn't about to start owing favors she could secure herself.*
Ezra's shoulders rose and fell in a hesitant sigh. "I learned from Doctor Wagner's friend that he often goes fishing at sea. In fact, he should be out now. If it goes well and he's in a good mood, we might be able to persuade him. If not, it might be difficult."
That was the truth, at least. Owen Wagner wasn't your average doctor. He was a legend—a surgical master whose skill knew no equal, but whose cooperation was as fickle as the tides. He wasn't attached to any hospital, took jobs only when the mood struck him, and couldn't be swayed by money, status, or threats. He was a free spirit, which made him an infuriating ally to chase.
But Renee had never backed down from a challenge. She was already calculating her next move before Ezra had even finished speaking.
"Fishing at sea? Only the south of Beach City is suitable for that. I'll head there to meet him now," *she declared, her tone leaving no room for debate.*
"I'll go with you," *Haze said firmly, his protective instincts flaring. He knew the sea was unpredictable, the mission far too dangerous for her to venture alone.*
"No, stay and help me take care of Quinton. He'll be in danger if we leave and someone tries to attack him," *Renee countered, her practicality slicing through his sentiment. She was right—Quinton was the target, and leaving him vulnerable while they dashed across the water would be reckless.*
Haze's brow furrowed with reluctance. "You need to go out to sea to meet Owen, and that's very dangerous. It's not safe if you go alone."
A faint, almost defiant smirk tugged at Renee's lips. "What's there to worry about? The only thing out there that can harm me is probably a shark."
"You..." *Haze opened his mouth, then closed it again, his forehead sinking into his palm in helpless frustration. How could he argue with a woman so determined to shoulder every burden herself? How was he supposed to protect her, to win her heart, when she insisted on charging headfirst into every storm alone?*
Winning her heart was proving to be no easy task. Hell, even standing beside her felt like a privilege she granted sparingly.
But there was no time for romantic complications. Lives were on the line.
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Wasting not a single precious second, Renee darted toward the south of the city, where the docks sprawled out like veins feeding into the glittering body of the ocean. This was the only place near Beach City where the waters were calm enough for leisure sailing, a fact she'd picked up from years of navigating the city's secrets.
The dock was alive with activity—sailors shouting, ropes creaking, waves lapping against the wooden pillars. Renee made her way to the center hub, scanning for the person in charge. Spotting a weathered man with a captain's cap pulled low over his brow, she approached with purpose.
"Excuse me. Did a man called Owen Wagner book your yacht to go out to sea today?"
The man shook his head cautiously, his eyes guarded. "I'm sorry, but we can't reveal our clients' information."
A subtle flicker of frustration passed through Renee's gaze, but she kept her tone composed. "I can pay you."
"No, that won't do," *the man refused, though a beat of hesitation made him pause before he added in a softer voice,* "But I can tell you that a yacht went out to sea two hours ago. It's a private yacht that docks here for us to watch over and maintain. It's 28 miles southeast now. That person is a rather famous figure. If you'd like to go meet him, maybe you can rent a boat too."
Renee's heart quickened. Twenty-eight miles southeast—she had a heading.
Then the man's gaze swept over her in a way that made her skin crawl. A smirk curled his lips. "I'm used to seeing women in bikinis, but maybe those rich snobs might find your look intriguing. You don't have to thank me, just come and rent my boats more often if you make it."
He thought she was one of those women—a gold digger trying to throw herself at wealthy men sailing off the coast. Renee could have corrected him, cut him down with a single icy remark, but what was the point? He'd given her exactly what she needed.
"Well, thank you. May you be blessed with good health." *Her voice was flat, dismissive, and utterly unfazed. Let the man think whatever he wished.*
"Okay, get me a boat then. I want the cheapest one."
The words fell from her lips with the cool precision of someone who had no intention of wasting a single coin on luxury. A rickety boat, a patch of open water, and an unshakable will—that was all she needed.
As the waves churned beneath her, waiting for the boat to be prepped, Renee's mind sharpened into a fine blade. Somewhere out on that endless blue expanse, a legendary surgeon was dangling his fishing line, blissfully unaware that a determined woman was about to crash into his solitude.
Whether Owen Wagner liked it or not, his quiet fishing trip was about to be interrupted.
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And that, my dear readers, brings us to the end of another heart-pounding chapter! Let me pause here with you for a moment to reflect on what just unfolded.
## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Honestly, this chapter made me grin with admiration and wince with frustration all at once. Renee is absolutely magnificent—fearless, quick-witted, and independent in a way that commands respect. Watching her shut down Haze's protective concerns and charge off on her own mission reminded me exactly why she's such a compelling heroine. But I couldn't help feeling a pang of concern for her safety out on that open sea, and Ezra's nervous slip-up left an ominous shadow hanging over everything. Something bigger is brewing behind the scenes, and Stefan's secret threatens to explode at any moment. The pacing was tight, the character dynamics utterly engaging, and that final moment—where she chooses the cheapest boat—was pure, unapologetic Renee brilliance.
📖 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ **Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars**
## Next Chapter Prediction
Oh, the possibilities are electric! I predict Renee will track down Owen Wagner mid-fishing, only to face his stubborn refusal—but before she can walk away defeated, a dangerous twist will emerge from the deep. Whether it's a sudden storm, a mysterious vessel closing in, or a revelation about Quinton's condition back at the hospital, danger is surely coiling around her like the tide. And I wouldn't be surprised if Haze—unable to resist his worry—disobeys her instructions and races to her side, only to stumble upon a secret no one saw coming.
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