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.

angry that she didn't know what to

off his own jersey and sat down in front, lifting Isla up and

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

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

a shower first, and I'll wait for you here,"

like something was off but also uncomfortable with all the sweat on his body. So

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

think that if we met again you could escape?" In recent days, news of MI6 playing a friendly match against Club Ritter's professional basketball team had

results showed that only 17% of people supported MI6 while an overwhelming

looked at these 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 were giving it

challenged and its face couldn't be lost so this match had

said, "The heat surrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by

is rarely seen by public eyes due to its secretive nature; people are naturally curious about them! They've successfully hyped up

to hype up this event beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn may

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

this game will go as Ritter Group wants it to," Franklin's fierce determination shone through his eyes. He no longer wanted to hide

his hand tightly, her eyes

intense workouts. Their bodies had become even more toned and one

of everyone. “Tomorrow is our

Franklin, I want barbecue!" Vaughn couldn't help but raise his

"l want sushi!"

their cravings. In the end,

without any

of MI6 at an intersection! Vaughn immediately shouted out loud. "Watch

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

falling into a flower bed by

There was a

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originally some distance away from him when

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

turned pale as he tried hard not show how much pain he felt in his hand while speaking those words aloud for all

arm then examined it closely: “Minor fracture; you

should we do? The match will be