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.

are you doing? Soren, 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 chance of winning, whether

jersey and sat down in front, lifting

I 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 were a

Soren buried his nose in her neck and spoke in a husky voice.

sweaty. You should take a shower first, and I'll wait for you here," Isla suppressed her own heart palpitations

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

when he came out again, there was no one in the room? Her scent still lingered in the air but she had

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

results showed that only 17% of people supported MI6 while

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

be

heat surrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by

by public eyes due to

managed to hype up this event beyond

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

Group wants it to," Franklin's fierce determination shone through his eyes.

Sylvia held his hand tightly, her eyes shining

others were visibly exhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies

tonight,” Franklin announced in front of everyone. “Tomorrow is our official match day so let's eat well and rest

want barbecue!" Vaughn couldn't help but

"l want sushi!"

meal to satisfy their cravings. In the end, they decided on going together towards

any cars in tow

several members of MI6 at an intersection! Vaughn

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

before falling into a flower bed by the side of

happened so fast! There was a loud

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Vaughn; they were originally some distance away from

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

show how much pain he felt in his hand while speaking those words aloud for all present there could hear clearly enough

arm then examined it closely: “Minor

"What should we do? The match