Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1321

Zoey wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a cautious warmth in her tone

“Girl, you just got nd of that jerk. Don’t fall back into trouble because of this. Keep your wits about you, okay?”

Cornelia gave a confident pat on Zoeys shoulder

“Relax Zoey My time in showbiz has turned my heart to steel ”

Heart to steel? You don’t get that tough without having been through the wringer

Zoey stepped aside, and Cornelia made her way downstairs, heading straight for BlueSky Bar

It was the watering hole of choice for Greenfield’s elite, and lately, Omar had been the talk of the town Ever since he’d wiped the floor with the Cassons, he sat undisputed

at the helm of the once–powerful family his fingers wrapped tight around every last one of their assets

And then there was his alliance with the maverick Olson heir–two loose cannons together. Who would dare to cross them?

Everyone knew Omar had his eye on a certain movie star lately–a shameless one at that, who’d shot to fame with some scandalous selfies. Even a Hollywood bet part couldn’t scrub clean her reputation as a fame–hungry, cut–rate actress

It was a mystery what had blinded such a distinguished man to the plentiful smears against her Omar wasn’t known for playing the gallant, the gossip that he d starlet with such a tarnished record was unprecedented.

But no one dared to jest about it in their words, they lifted Omar to the skies.

As Cornelia approached the BlueSky Bar the doorman gave her the once-over

for a

had stirred up a storm, and then came the Hollywood role catapulting her to

her scandalous footsteps to fame, yet she’d succeeded.

picture–no man could resist. Cornelia

sleazy as it prowled

afraid a membership card alone won’t get you

just about wealth. It was a cut above, and that’s why there

him

mind letting Omar know I’m here? I need a word

I’m sorry but please leave Your current status isn’t

seesaw of the industry. She pulled out her phone, resurrected Omar’s number from the blacklist, and dialed

he was seeing things. Yet he hadn’t touched a drop more than usual that night.

expression darkened, and the people

what’s wrong? Who’s got you

into the quiet hallway to take

“Comelia?”

was calling

Was he dreaming?

a favor. Can we meet tonight? I’m

you come

wont let me

it plainly, but Omar’s eyes flashed

before the bar’s manager emerged promptly firing the doorman before