After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 733

"Mr. Foster, do you know Isabelle? This is my daughter Isabelle,” the President observed Darius’ attitude towards Isabelle and found her quite pleasing to the eye.

This stubborn girl was still somewhat useful, at least she looked pretty. Thinking of this, he immediately forgave Darius for his rude attitude towards him earlier.

Darius had cold eyes with a hint of meaning as he glanced at the President and spoke, "Miss Deleon and I are old acquaintances. However, Miss Deleon... may have already forgotten about me."

He knew her? Isabelle widened her beautiful eyes and searched for any information about Darius in her mind.

However... it was blank. Completely blank.

“I don't think I know you," Isabelle bit her pale lip in confusion as she looked at him.

Hearing her soft voice, Darius’ ears tingled and echoes of her moans reverberated in his mind. For so many years, those sounds haunted him like a constant reminder that kept him awake at night.

Darius’ lips curved into a slight smile with warmth in his eyes when he looked at Isabelle. "It's okay; for the rest of our lives together, I will make sure you get to know me well."

That statement was flirtatious yet seductive. Isabelle had never been in love before; being treated like this by such a handsome man made a faint blush appear on her pale face instantly.

she stuttered out some words but couldn't seem to say

embarrassed, wondering why couldn't she be calm like

cool herself someday... but here she was again showing weakness in front of this

his previous irritations and licked his face while addressing Darius, "Mr. Foster, can we buy more than

five planes to you guys cheaply but now I

Not even one!

froze instantly, and the muscles on his face seemed to tremble

he selling it

and it seems like

negotiation is with

current planes are aging and if we don't purchase new ones soon, how will we do?" The

pale face, and

emanating from the man. The next second, she was firmly

against the man's sturdy chest. Feeling it through think fabric, she couldn't help

it difficult for her to breathe, almost causing her to feel

lingered around her breath, so intoxicating that it made

heard the man's magnetic voice ringing in her ear. She could even feel the slight vibration of his chest as he

"Mr. President, because..."