Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 809

Maja got a call from Daly Elston’s company; they said some of Daly’s stuff was left unattended. Now that someone was handling his affairs, they reached out to

her.

Maja rushed over, sorting out Daly’s stuff from a pile of jumbled items.

Useless junk, really.

She held a small box, walking slowly from the side of Crystalbrook Valley’s river towards Riverside Haven.

She felt like she was being followed, but she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination.

She scowled, looking back, but there was no one there.

She felt a chill run down her spine, so she quickened her pace. She was so tense that she tripped and fell down a riverbank while cutting across a strip of greenery. She slid five or six meters, but luckily, it didn’t hurt. She was about to get up when she heard an anxious voice from the roadside.

“Maja, are you okay?”

“Maja!”

Maja thought she had misheard and was about to respond when a man slid down from above.

The path was slippery, especially after last night’s rain, and it was all muddy.

lan had intended to run down, but he was wearing leather shoes and slipped ten meters, ending up even lower than Maja, with one foot already in the water. Maja was still standing in the greenery, her voice cold.

“What are you doing here?”

lan pretended to clean the mud off his trousers but didn’t answer.

Maja was angry, squeezing the box in her hand.

are you

“No.”

why are you

at Crystalbrook Valley; they asked me to come

glance, then

wasn’t on the small path, so she tripped on a branch and fell again. The box in

side, squatting down to help her

not to see his extended hand and hurried

for a while, and

the river flowed quietly. Spring was around the corner,

“No, you’re not.”

breathe a sigh of relief when he heard her add, “You

at a

and closed his mouth, then

few minutes before continuing

the roadside, Maja was already a hundred meters

catch up, keeping a safe distance.

of Riverside Haven, a

Raymond, what

in mud and fallen leaves, and his trousers were

“I’m fine.”

walked toward his room. When he opened the door, he instinctively glanced at

tightly shut, and he had

the box aside, took a shower, and started working on company

contacting Wilma again

still throwing à tantrum, insisting on

wanted to see Elvis.

Elvis would never meet her. He had already told Maja that he wouldn’t deal with Wilma, even if she came here in the

Mr. Elvis has other artists to manage right now; he might not have time

then, we have nothing to