Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1047

Clara and Drew had never imagined they would find themselves in such a luxurious establishment. The gentleman had told them that the net worth of the average patron here was at least billion dollars, a figure they had never even contemplated in their lives.

As they walked in, they were greeted by the sight of a grand mansion, an expansive swimming pool, and a sprawling golf course stretching out into the distance. They were simple folks from a small county with no knowledge of golf. They merely marveled at the scenic hills, far more beautiful than the ones back in their village.

The gentleman had them working in the kitchen, with their not–so–youthful looks, and they wouldn’t be allowed to serve in the front of the house, a privilege reserved for the young and attractive

Clara and Drew remembered the gentleman’s instructions.

Tonight Maja would be here, and their task was to cause her utmost embarrassment. After all, their daughter didn’t acknowledge them anymore. Only by making a huge scene would they scare Maja enough to extract a few million out of her, providing them with a life of leisure and luxury.

The thought of such wealth brought a gleam to Clara’s eyes. To her, Maja was a walking gold mine, and she could not let this golden opportunity slip by. “Maja, stay right there! Why don’t you come to greet your father and me?” Clara called out.

frowned, realizing that someone must have arranged for them to be there. She turned around yet refrained from harsh words due to the results of the paternity test. In Windhelm,

staff, and Drew, in a security guard’s outfit, looked decidedly out of place amid the

you know where we slept last night? Under a bridge because the hotels here

bit about her traumatic childbirth, hands on hips, displaying the classic posture

partygoers all stopped to watch the unfolding drama, viewing

continued to berate Maja, who finally snapped, her voice icy, “Are you done?”

humiliated and leave in anger, but instead, she retorted. This felt like a direct challenge to Clara’s parental authority. Angered by the memory of being thrown out of the company,

Are your father and I supposed to live under a bridge at our age? Look

spectacle would usually make the

simply averted her gaze, “You claim I’m your daughter, yet all you want is a million dollars and for me to get my incarcerated brother out. Even others who want to use me at least