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.

so angry that she didn't know what to say. She seemed to have no

took off his own jersey and sat down in front, lifting Isla up and letting her straddle

night was an accident. I had no idea you weren't just a regular guy at the bar, and I don't usually watch basketball games. I

oblivious. "You smell amazing,” Soren buried his nose in her neck and spoke

your game, you were all sweaty. You should take a shower first, and I'll wait

uncomfortable with all the sweat on his body. So he turned around and went into the

was no one in the room? Her scent still lingered in

met again you could escape?" In recent days, news of MI6 playing a friendly match against Club Ritter's professional basketball team had spread like wildfire across social media platforms. Some even started polls

17% of people supported

comments online before turning her attention back to the 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

face couldn't be lost so this match had to end

and said, "The heat surrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by our

attention away from Ashlyn is key," Sylvia continued speaking confidently, "And since MI6 is rarely seen by public eyes

this event beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn

that the old lady is fake, we can't do anything about it." It was

Ritter Group wants it to," Franklin's fierce determination shone through his eyes. He no longer wanted to hide his strong aura and a powerful

won't lose!" Sylvia held his hand

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

Franklin announced in front of everyone. “Tomorrow is our official match

I want barbecue!" Vaughn couldn't

"l want sushi!"

In

any cars in tow - just walking around chatting

towards several members of MI6 at an intersection! Vaughn

one teammate beside him before quickly jumping aside himself with agility but still got hit by the car's hood heavily

falling into a flower bed by the

fast! There was a loud

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originally some distance away from him when he

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

how much pain he felt in his hand

arm then examined it closely:

dumbfounded upon hearing this news: "What should we do? The match