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, 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 it was physical

own jersey and sat down in

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

Soren

first, and

nodded, feeling like something was off but also uncomfortable with all the sweat on his body. So he turned

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

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 asking which

of people supported

back to the basketball court where players were sweating profusely during their intense training session. She couldn't help but

reputation couldn't be challenged and its face couldn't be lost so

appeared beside Sylvia without warning and said, "The heat surrounding Ashlyn has been

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

this event beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn may

is fake, we can't do anything about

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 energy burst forth from

Sylvia held his hand tightly, her eyes shining with

were visibly exhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies had become even more toned and one of them had even lost several pounds

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

I want barbecue!" Vaughn

"l want sushi!"

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

gate without any cars in

car rushed towards several members of MI6 at an intersection! Vaughn immediately shouted

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

into

fast! There was a

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immediately ran towards Vaughn; they were originally some distance away from him when he got

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

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

then examined it closely: “Minor fracture; you

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