Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 316 Evil Spirits

Knowing too many people were around, I didn’t want to cause a scene and suppressed my anger.

Matthew tried to grab me as he said, “Chlo, what’s with your temper?”

I dodged his hand, and it only grasped the air. He looked flustered, then glanced at the people watching us before casually putting his hand into his pocket.

Matthew continued, “There’s a discussion for everything. We won’t need to worry about our companies” statuses if we successfully handle these two projects. Why are you making things harder for yourself

instead of joining me?” ”

I tried to shake him off again and replied with a hint of disdain, “You should just enjoy your life. I wouldn’t

want to trouble you.”

Still, Matthew persisted in getting in my way. “I promise to give you whatever I give Mel. She’s leaving her work responsibilities to care for our son. You and I can have a harmonious family. What do you say?”

*Matthew, you have no shame. Are you daydreaming? Wake up.”

The air went silent as Lauren approached us confidently.

Matthew’s expression soured when he saw her, but he didn’t dare to offend her. He smiled and said, “Ms. Lauren, you seem to enjoy meddling in other people’s family affairs.”

the most memorable wedding anniversary celebration in Foswood? You

“I heard your mistress’s

now. Are you addicted to causing trouble?”

onlookers couldn’t help

you’re overstepping.” Matthew couldn’t hold back.

I go even further? I recorded everything

Should I send it to your son’s mother to cheer her

I admired Lauren for thinking of

making a

said, trying to break free from Matthew, I didn’t want to cause a

to embarrass myself and

I turned around. She was walking toward me with

but mutter, “Damn

hands. I knew I had to appear graceful and elegant when in a crowd. After all, it was a

you here,” I said, “You look stunning today,

world.”

holding my hand. Then, she leaned

anxious?”

at something, and I understood what it was. I thought our relationship must seem unique in the eyes of outsiders. How we looked at each other