Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 13

foffe has head She had the nerve to use lan’s fame, claming to be his wife?

Aufsted there dumblunded then a

The chick wash baby

Now that the truth was out, kurtmade a mental note Nest time he saw her, he wouldn’t pull any punchest.

As the course and get in her cat she thought about Kurt’s sneaky moves and

I totally grossed out

She needed to head home and figure out a plan

Sumounded by luxury cars, hers stuck out like a sore thumb She hit the gas, carefully backing out her car

Aca bened her was going too fast and slammed into her rear bumper car lurched forward Her head nearly hit the windshed Because of the impact her car moved forward three meters, crashing into a Bentley parked in front of her

Getting out of her car Masaw the der was a middle aged woman with a face full of makeup Seeing shed hit an ordinary cat she looked totally unimpressed She then looked at Maja as if she was just some gold digger using her beauty to hook anch mon Mas caught that kick. She glanced at the Bentley in Font, its koense plate full of identical digits, wondering if the woman had noticed

contact you for repairs, don’t waste my

patently not caring at all about

keep her tone even. Maam, the car

could finish the woman out her off told you, I have important things to do Do you know where this is? I don’t

would likely cost hundreds of thousands. Since someone was willing to

woman finaly realized shed

went pale She parked her car in Maas spot and headed straight for

out

drive the car over but found the taillights smashed and

a security

to offend anyone. He immediately went to check the

to lan, Mr. Raymond, should I arrange for someone to take you

his cool demeanor

“Rest assured, Mt. Raymond. I will sort this

didn’t say anything but got in his damaged car. Jeff knew that lan didn’t like to ride in other people’s cars, so he

Sum

abroad for three years. Although he owned several properties, they were no

he was temporarily staying at the Pacific

at a red light, Jeff glanced back at lan, remembering Ryan’s request

some blueprints and a contact number at noon. He said its a

design companies had offered their services, but he hadn’t been impressed by any. What would a designer recommended by Ryan be like?