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.

MI6! Don't mess around!" Isla was so angry that

sat down in front,

had 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

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

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

off but also uncomfortable with all the sweat on his body. So he turned around and

when he came out again, there was no one in the

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

supported MI6 while an

sweating profusely during their intense training session. She couldn't help but feel nervous for them as it was clear they

and its face couldn't be lost so

Ashlyn has been overshadowed by our upcoming game.

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

hype up this event beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance

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

shone through his eyes. He no longer wanted to hide his

held his

final day of training, Vaughn and the others were visibly exhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies had become even more toned and one of them had even lost several pounds

announced in front of everyone. “Tomorrow is

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

"l want sushi!"

they all wanted a good meal to satisfy their cravings. In the end, they decided on going together towards a nearby barbecue restaurant based on

without any cars in tow - just walking around chatting -

several members of MI6 at an intersection! Vaughn immediately shouted

himself with agility

back hard before falling into a flower bed by the side

There

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Vaughn; they were originally some distance away from him

been helped up by teammates but his hand was

pale as he tried hard not show how much pain he felt in his hand

arm then examined it closely: “Minor fracture; you need

should we do? The match will be held