After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 644

Jonathan's team was called LP, and Sabrina followed the signs all the way to LP's training room. She raised her hand and lightly knocked on the door.

A man's voice came from inside, "Come in."

Sabrina pushed open the door and saw several members of the team chatting with their coach while watching a replay of their recent match. They were summarizing their experiences and making improvements. When they heard high heels approaching, everyone turned to look at Sabrina. Jonathan was stunned for a moment before looking at her expressionlessly, "How did you get in?"

Sabrina shook her staff pass in front of him, "Just getting a pass." Jonathan looked at his coach and then stood up. “Follow me."

He walked out of the room with Sabrina, following behind quickly and asking about tickets.

"Where are the tickets? Aren't you happy to see me?" she said playfully while flicking her long hair which had a light fragrance floating through the air.

Jonathan felt annoyed but suppressed it without showing any expression on his face as he said coldly, "Miss Hogan, I am very busy preparing for my match, so I don't have time to entertain you. You can watch our game or wander around nearby after coming here, but please do not disturb me again.”

He handed over two tickets, saying, "I got one more from my colleague, so take these two." He just hoped that she wouldn't come looking for him again. He was really fed up!

He didn't feel anything towards her but why did she keep bothering him?

Jonathan was raging inside himself, he still maintained his cool demeanor without showing any emotion on

she was, she fell for an e-sports professional

Jonathan, trying hard to suppress feelings of bitterness within herself, "Would you treat Sylvia like this if it were

a hint of surprise on his handsome sun-kissed face, "Can you even compare

Aettosa's number one socialite!

Everything I have today is because of her, * Jonathan frowned and stared at Sabrina's angry face. "So if I hear you badmouthing her again, don't blame

turned around and left with a straight

clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palms as she spoke. “If everything you

so badly just for her sake, don't blame me for

been waiting anxiously. She wondered if Sabrina

after all,

couldn't afford to offend Sabrina and could

drew closer to quitting time, Isla finally received a package from a local courier service. When

her private office into the public workspace, shouting, “Hey, everyone! My tickets are here! Are any of you willing to be

looked at each other

they would give

when faced with such an unreasonable request from Isla, they felt somewhat

relationships require equal respect in order for