Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Dylan had already investigated the Raymond family, knowing that there was Eric, but Eric had supposedly passed away years ago. This evening, a man suddenly appeared, claiming to be Eric.

Dylan had his people look into it and from the resemblance this man bore to Ian, he finally confirmed his identity.

Eric was still alive.

But from what he had heard about Eric, he was said to be a very gentle man, quite unlike the ruthless man before him now.

Perhaps these nearly seven years had changed him dramatically.

Patrick picked up his glass of whiskey, took another sip, and tossed his cigarette butt into the nearby trash can.

“Before my grandfather passed away, he left a will. He had initially transferred 15% of his shares to Ian, under the condition that I was deceased. If I was still alive, however, those 15% of shares should be mine, meaning, I could return as a high-ranking member of the Raymond Corporation.”

That night, Eric had used a self-destructive method to help Maja, and Patrick was still furious about it.

Fine, if Eric wanted to cause trouble, then he would too, and let the whole of Greenfield fall into chaos!

It was Eric who first broke their agreement, so he couldn’t be blamed.

Patrick took out Mr. Holden’s will, sounding triumphant.

“Mr. Sanders, if you want, you could hire a handwriting expert to verify this.”

that’s true, all you would get is

lightly, swirling his whiskey glass, “That’s enough. I can still intervene in Ian and Maja’s relationship. After all, I am Maja’s

I need to thoroughly investigate this matter. I have

shrugged, indicating

noon, while Ian was lying in the hospital, he received a message. He only glanced at it, hesitated a

chat with Maja. He knew Maja must be concerned

her another

night at the hospital,

who was rumored to have a strange temper

didn’t like her, so this

the way there, she

She didn’t reply.

screenwriter she was meeting had a new script which seemed tailor-made for Cornelia. Maja had sent some men to

she had started contacting Beck and was

to miss this script, so she decided

made an appointment

asked her bodyguard to

and immediately spotted the woman sitting by the window. The screenwriter’s

was obsessed with her work, but unlike Tyler who was a commercial screenwriter, Coral only produced a piece every three years. Each of her works was well received, and having the opportunity to work with her meant

“Ms. Albright.”

walked over and