Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 812

On the way back to the city, that car finally disappeared from sight.

Maja heaved a sigh of relief, thinking she might be overly paranoid.

Someone like lan would not waste his time tailing her.

Back at Star Movie Group, she immediately sent a message to Wilma to meet up.

But Wilma was constantly busy and even a bit peeved about the rumors about her and Elvis. They finally managed to find a time to meet, and the location was a bar.

It wasn’t BlueSky Bar.

Wilma, currently a rising star, wasn’t high–profile enough to get into a sophisticated place like BlueSky Bar.

Maja shot back a message.

[Alright, I’ll swing by the private room you mentioned around eight.]

After sorting things out with Wilma, Maja received a call from the Raymond family.

Selena’s diagnosis was out; she was indeed in a vegetative state.

But surprisingly, the Raymond family only informed her about it without demanding any apology or compensation.

She knew it had nothing to do with her; it was all Connie’s doing, but there was no response from the Raymond family?

She found it strange but thought cutting ties with the Raymonds was a blessing in disguise!

fret

he sold 10% of his shares, even pulling an all–nighter at Crystalbrook Valley.

share issue was a big deal, and there was no hiding it from his grandfather.

he was summoned to the old mansion as

family punishment was inevitable;

enough, the moment he stepped through the doors of Raymond Mansion, his grandpa, Holden Raymond, was already brandishing a

took off his jacket and knelt down.

so angry that his chest hurt; he gave

are you trying to be the death of me?”

of pain on lan’s face, and after a while he looked up and asked, “Grandpa,

me.”

for words, thinking he got

down, he took a

remained kneeling, his back

wasn’t really heartless; he was actually hurting while punishing him.

while, he

from Herbert once, and I didn’t think much of it at the time; I just thought it was young

bit improper

guys ever really tried for a

asking whether they had been

too direct, so he sugarcoated

all over, then nodded

to be. You know, a girl’s mind is as complex as a poem. With

stubborn one.

“No way!”