After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 775

Isla’s face turned even redder at the words, "Shut up!"

If she had known earlier that this man was not really a top guy in the bar, she wouldn't have picked him!

During that time, she went to the bar to get drunk in order to get over her unrequited love for Franklin. She wanted to just give herself away, so she had a one-night stand.

She randomly picked the most handsome guy in a bar and ended up unintentionally provoking the wrong man.

Soren had been busy with training lately and was fully occupied.

He didn't expect to run into her at MI6.

"Who allowed you to sneak away and even dared to humiliate me by leaving behind a hundred dollars? My net worth is in the billions. You slept with me, so you must take responsibility.”

Soren squinted his eyes and stared at Isla.

Isla was so angry that she covered his mouth directly and said, “Stop talking... Don't say it again!"

It's like trying to get ivory out of a dog's mouth, this man just can't stop talking.

Here is MI6. If her colleagues hear this, she will be embarrassed.

She was already blushing with embarrassment, and now Soren's teasing made her even more red-faced.

Sweat beads glisten on the nose, making it look particularly delicate and charming.

She almost lost all strength and was about to collapse.

Isla wanted to escape, but the next second she was lifted up by Soren, a tall and sturdy man who grabbed her in front of him.

Then... he strode towards the room arranged for him by MI6.

The man kicked open the door of the room, making a loud bang sound. Isla hadn't even had time to react before the man threw her onto the bed. As she struggled to get up, she saw Soren lock the door without hesitation.

There was a man's jersey hanging above the cabinet on top of her head.

this is MI6, I am the leader of MI6! Don't mess around!" Isla was so angry that she didn't know what to say. She seemed to have no

jersey and sat down in

a regular guy at the bar, and I don't

calmly analyze the man's behavior, but he seemed completely oblivious. "You smell amazing,” Soren buried his nose in her neck and spoke in a husky voice. It was dangerously

anyway... after your game, you were all sweaty. You should take a shower first, and I'll wait for you here," Isla

like something was off but also uncomfortable with all the

he came out again, there was no one in the room? Her scent

playing a friendly match against

17% of people supported MI6 while an

basketball court where players were sweating profusely during their intense training session. She couldn't help but feel nervous for them as it was clear they were giving it their all -

be challenged and its face couldn't be lost so

surrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by our upcoming game. That's the

key," Sylvia continued speaking confidently, "And since MI6 is rarely seen by public eyes due to its secretive nature;

event beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn

can't do anything about it." It was too difficult to get the real old lady to

fierce determination shone through his eyes. He no longer wanted

held his hand tightly, her eyes shining with

Vaughn and the others were visibly exhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies had become even more toned and one of

everyone. “Tomorrow is our official match day so let's eat

Vaughn

"l want sushi!"

a good meal to satisfy their cravings. In the end, they decided on

as they left MI6 headquarters’ gate without any cars in tow -

of MI6 at

himself with agility but still got hit by the car's

falling into a flower bed by the side of

fast! There was a

car also crashed heavily into roadside railings! Sparks flew off its hood! Thick smoke billowed out from inside instantly! sᴇaʀᴄh

Franklin immediately ran towards Vaughn; they were originally some distance away

but his hand was injured badly: "Master... I may not be

as he tried hard not show how much pain he felt in his hand while speaking those words aloud for all present there could hear clearly enough

examined it closely:

"What should we do? The match