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.

out some words but couldn't seem to say

be calm like Sylvia all

herself someday... but here she was again showing weakness in front of this man! Damn it! Sometimes she really hated

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

planned on selling five planes to you guys cheaply but now I don't want

Not even one!

and the muscles

isn't he selling it

that Franklin is the head of SouthStar Airlines, and it seems like they

aviation negotiation is with Darius’

if we don't purchase new ones soon, how will we do?" The President's

eyes swept over the President's pale face, and he reached out to help Isabelle up

as she felt an extremely strong sense of security emanating from the man. The next

figure was tightly pressed against the man's sturdy chest. Feeling it through think fabric,

redness made it difficult for her to breathe, almost causing her

strong masculine scent lingered around her breath, so

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

"Mr. President, because..."