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?"

The more her family pushed her

moment before responding. "Alright, I'll help you look around. I'll send you some photos, and if anyone catches your

a spark of determination

your courage to push back. I don't even have that much fight in me. I can't stand the person my family picked for

replied, "Don't overthink it.

"Alright. Talk later."

deeply, feeling a weight lift

then, a car slowed to a stop beside her. The

glanced at her casually and said,

on Jolie's face vanished instantly. She shook

response, she turned and

of courtesy left

dark gaze

Her slender frame swayed slightly as she walked,

his hand on his knee, Gavin tapped his fingers

of time to

...

her apartment, Jolie finally relaxed

her friend sent her a

Larbor City. None were

the photos one by one before selecting one and sending it back with a brief

""This one."

later, her friend sent over the man's