Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Upon returning to the Rosewood Manor, Maja booted up her laptop and checked the chatter on social media.

Some blamed Shawn, others blamed her, but most were blaming the Star Movie Group.

The mother of an autistic child, who had posted an online article, was even planning a press conference later in the day, accusing Star Movie Group of not reaching out to her.

Maja got hold of the mother’s contact number and made an initial call.

The woman didn’t pick up.

Having tested the waters, Maja hung up.

She then instructed her staff at Rosewood Manor to track the parents of the autistic child and to locate the whereabouts of Linda and her entourage.

After leaving the BlueSky Bar the previous night, the rich kids had moved into a villa bought by Judith in Greenfield.

The villa was staffed with servants to cater to their every whim, as the rich kids partied hard.

Maja was vaguely aware of the more liberal customs in North America, where policies were much more relaxed.

She drummed her fingers on the desk, just as her phone pinged with a new message, from Judith.

[I told you, without Ian, you’re nothing. But even without Ian, I’m still the high and mighty princess of the Sanders family.]

[Maja, some people are born lowly. Your incarcerated parents and brother have already destined you for a dirty future. Stop struggling, no one can save you.]

Maja ignored these two messages.

Judith herself visited Dylan. She always played the pitiful act around her big

up

“Maja?”

was low, somewhat apologetic, “I’ve been at my brother’s villa lately.

understood his predicament, but asked anyway,

she’s been pursuing my brother for a while

Dylan have

work. The only person he’s close with is Judith. He really spoils

her gaze, thinking that since the Sanders family was causing

to

bit too doting on Judith? It always seemed to me that

hit Beck like a bolt of lightning, leaving

among the Sanders family, despite his

“What do you mean?”

in the Sanders family. Regardless of what she did, they

of doubt was planted, Beck would certainly view the two with

isn’t really a Sanders, could it be that Mr. Sanders is in love

“Maja!”

immediately feeling the

stiffened, awkwardly hanging up the

suit,

Judith returned and threw herself into

are all at my villa, it’s