Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 903

Elvis opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but he didn’t know what to say and just stared at the documents on the bed. Maja understood his character well. She let out a sigh. “Then you just stay in the hospital. If there’s an opportunity, I’ll make that woman pay!”

“Ms. Pennyfeather,” Elvis looked up at her, “showbiz is a tough place where the powerless are bullied. We’re not high up enough on the food chain, so all we can do is suck it up. But at least we’re alive and kicking, so don’t worry too much. We’ll just be extra careful next time.” At 32, Elvis saw things clearer than anyone else.

Maja nodded. When she returned to the car, she felt exhausted. It was not just physically, but mentally too.

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She thought their work for the month was almost done, that she could finally take a breather, but now she just wanted to keep her nose to the grindstone, to quickly make Star Movie Group a big company, not just a pushover like they were now.

She went back to Rosewood Manor to rest.

Only when she was with Coco did she feel a little better. Holding Coco’s leash, she left Rosewood Manor, deciding

was still sketching, looking so innocent. But in a short amount of time, everything had

a man standing in the distance. But because he was too far away, Maja couldn’t make out his face. She could only feel that

barked, running towards

Maja didn’t know what Coco saw and why he was so excited. She quickly followed he, but when she got there, the man was already

Coco pacing around the spot, his tail wagging, his ears perked up. Maja suddenly had a ridiculous thought. Could that man

seemed thrilled in the rain. For some reason, Maja’s mood lifted a bit. It was like going on a treasure hunt with Coco. She

the leash in her hand, wiping the rain off her face. It was peaceful around. Probably because of the sudden rain, everyone else had gone home. Maja took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, “Patric! Is that

shouted, everything was still quiet. Maja didn’t want to return to Rosewood Manor, because whenever she sat quietly, she’d unintentionally think of Darlene’s

keep walking along this path, for who knew how long, until Coco suddenly stopped. She looked up and saw a body being washed away by the rain, the

a step back, holding tightly onto

the bodies, a man in a raincoat appeared, holding a