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

ablaze–first, that photo with the A–lister had stirred up a storm, and then came the Hollywood role catapulting her to

one dared follow in her scandalous

could resist. Cornelia had just snagged a membership card, but her previous visits had always been chaperoned

gaze was sleazy as

a membership card alone

above, and that’s why there were never any paparazzi

him a smile.

here? I need a word

Your current status isn’t quite enough for this establishment.”

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

the familiar digits, thought he was seeing things. Yet he hadn’t touched a drop

expression darkened, and the people around him grew concerned.

what’s wrong? Who’s got you

and strode into the quiet hallway

“Comelia?”

calling him?

Was he dreaming?

I need a favor. Can we meet tonight?

you come

wont let me

stated it plainly, but Omar’s eyes flashed with fury

before the bar’s manager emerged promptly firing