Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 943

After her face got wrecked, Alma’s hate boiled over. She only found slight comfort in the misery of the two.

She caught wind of the latest from the Star Movie Group and got a wicked idea. She planned to bring down all the talented peeps in the group and break them down till they couldn’t face the camera anymore.

That was Alma’s plan. She didn’t have to pay any price for it, ‘cause there was no evidence for what happened tonight. She wasn’t going to jail.

Cops were swarming all over. She and her brother hadn’t done anything illegal. At most, they’d have to give a statement.

But Maja and Cornelia were in deeper shit.

Alma’s face was all smug, though it looked kind of terrifying because of the scars on half her face.

In the end, everyone was hauled to the police station.

Alma kept stirring the pot, but Maja and Cornelia didn’t bite.

Omar tried to shut her up, but Alma started talking about their late mother.

“Bro, you promised Mom you’d look out for me.”

Omar felt like things were getting crazy and sort of lost his bearings.

He saw Cornelia sitting in a corner. He wanted to go to her, but she was just clenching Maja’s hand. That was the only way she could keep her cool.

Soon, everyone finished giving their statements. Alma was the first to leave.

She gave Maja a look and said it without any hesitation.

“This is just the beginning. Shawn, Wilma, Elvis. I’ll make sure they all disappear within a month.”

Maja looked at her without any expression.

thought she had nothing to fear. But when she

snapped out of it, she felt

Casson family.

to find a way to get rid

too,

bail

found this amusing.

have a chance. She killed one of your

do something

didn’t answer her question. He just insisted

good people often get the short end

found it laughable. Cornelia straight up laughed.

have fallen for him? How could

her feel sick. A

was the real

days, Maja helped her

the burial, Omar was there

those days, he probably finally understood what this meant for

‘Cornelia, I’m sorry”

was smoking, and the wind

didn’t say anything to him. She

few days, Cornelia hadn’t

the steering wheel. She’d arranged for a room in the staff dorms

also many bodyguards. Though it was

two suitcases, arrived at Cornelia’s floor.

busily took things out of the suitcases and put

about her mental state. “I can give you a

soon. I’ll cooperate with them to finish this

“What about after?”

family. What