After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

Chapter 1079

"Alright," Selena said, not pressing further. Jolie turned and left without another word.

As she walked outside, her mind churned, contemplating her next move.

How could she escape her current predicament?

Her fate seemed sealed. She had to go through with an arranged marriage she couldn't avoid. The only variable was the kind of man she'd end up with.

When she saw Gavin at the Quin family's banquet, she knew their target was him. They'd stop at nothing to push her toward him, hoping she could win him over.

But she despised him.

She wanted nothing to do with him.

If that was the case, her best option was to find someone she could tolerate someone the Quin family would deem acceptable for an alliance. If she started dating such a person, it would put an end to their schemes. At least then, her life wouldn't be entirely unbearable.

By the time she stepped out of the neighborhood, her plan had solidified. Pulling out her phone, she sent a message to a friend.

The friend called her immediately.

"Wait, Jolie, are you serious?"

"Yes," she replied calmly. "If it's going to be an arranged marriage anyway, I might as well choose someone I like. It's a form of rebellion, isn't it?"

she was in the midst of some personal rebellion. The more her

send you some photos, and if anyone catches your eye, you

smiled, a spark of determination

that much

"Don't overthink it. I'm

"Alright. Talk later."

up, Jolie exhaled deeply, feeling a weight lift off her

stop beside her. The rear window rolled down, revealing

her casually and said,

Jolie's face vanished instantly. She shook her head and replied curtly, "No need,

his response, she

of courtesy left as she avoided looking back

dark gaze lingered

Her slender frame swayed slightly as she walked, her every step deliberate,

on his knee, Gavin tapped his fingers lightly before

plenty of time to deal with

...

apartment, Jolie finally relaxed and gave

friend sent

City. None were on the level of the Cooper

selecting one and sending it back with a brief

""This one."

later, her friend sent