Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1037

Zoey was sprawled out on the couch, barely conscious, when she sensed someone entering her apartment. She soon recognized the sound of Maja’s voice.

*Sent you a couple of texts, but you didn’t reply. Got the spare key from your landlord. You’re still running a fever, so I got a private doctor to come

over.”

Though Zoey was delirious with fever, she recognized Maja’s goodwill

She tried to thank her, but her throat was so sore she could barely whisper.

The doctor started her on an IV inserting the needle into the back of her hand.

Maja looked at the frail woman on the couch. She noticed a bruise peeking out from under Zoey’s nightshirt, a bruise that Zoey surely did not give herself.

Who was this man Zoey had been talking about? The man who had made her stutter and stumble over words the night before?

But since Zoey wasn’t talking. Maja didn’t feel it was her place to dig. This was someone else’s private business, after all.

She ordered takeout and then received a phone call from lan.

“It’s Alma. Omar’s still in the hospital.”

Maja already knew it was Alma, but something didn’t add up. How did Alma get out of jail? Who let her out?

let Alma out?”

“Funfly.”

Suddenly,

the Sanders family was

are you coming home?”

I’m staying here tonight,” she replied, also avoiding a potential confrontation with

a moment, then said, “I can deal

was clear. Leave

“Thank you.”

his instant displeasure. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night,” she quickly added, successfully cheering

felt like she finally had someone watching

lan was by her side. If he felt his help was not needed, he would

had refused

He was just trying to help her.

next morning, as she was taking care of Zoey, she caught sight of a news

facing multiple charges, currently under investigation]

detained, Funfly facing

predict at least eight years sentence]

to use the Sanders family’s influence to escape jail and had directed Alma

lan had nullified the Sanders family’s support for Funfly causing the collapse of Simstar Entertainment. The top ten news stores were all about

monkeys scattered. There was a long line of executives resigning and artists looking for

a call from

was excited. ‘Mrs Pennyleather, we’ve taken over all projects from Simstar Entertainment! But we need

but now they had all of it. For the next six months, no one would get a good

to leave, arranging for