Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 659

“Got any skills besides chasing guys?”

lan stood aside, one hand in his pocket, with an indifferent gaze sweeping across Maja.

Maja’s face went cold instantly.

“Mr. Raymond, who I chase after is my business. How does that affect you?”

lan felt a lump in his chest, a sense of irritation bubbling up.

Especially seeing her beautiful face/discussing chasing men without any inhibition, his fingers couldn’t help but tremble.

“I’m just concerned about my former secretary, is that wrong?”

“I’ve been fired by you. Are you still concerned about a stranger’s private life?”

Maja thought this man was strange. She was about to get into her car when she noticed a tire pressure warning. She frowned, got out to inspect, and found a flat

tire.

She was in a villa area where it was impossible to hail a cab.

Maja took a deep breath, called the auto repair company, gave them the address, and walked away.

lan leisurely got into the car and saw Maja walking ahead.

“Honk honk!”

twice, startling

stopped in front of her, the window rolled down, and he drove slowly, matching

from here to where you can hail a cab. You’re too

left her with that remark, then sped away, leaving her

Maja was fuming.

the men in the world disappeared,

as she was thinking this, the car slowly backed

lan’s cold face glanced at

and kept walking.

hand casually rested on the steering wheel, his wrist showcasing an expensive watch instead of the agilawood bracelet. It made his wrist look slender, his bones

anger, Maja continued to walk in her high heels.

touch of tenderness in her retreating

He rubbed his temples, his head aching from sudden thoughts, his

an hour later, Maja finally hailed a

Manor, she was still upset and

planning to give it to Beck the next time she saw him as a return gift.”

finishing the painting, Maja’s anger subsided a bit.

a girl with a tiny voice, a student of Nolan’s.

so effective. Just a few hours later, Nolan had arranged for

Penny, can we meet?”

needing a script badly. She left her painting to dry

Haskins, who’d called him

for a while, Fitch poured him a glass of white wine and asked,