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.

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

picked up after a couple of

“Maja?”

my brother’s villa lately. He doesn’t want me defending you during this time,

his predicament, but asked anyway, “Does Linda like

been pursuing my brother for a

Dylan have someone

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

Sanders family was causing her trouble, why shouldn’t she

apologized to Beck,

you think Mr. Sanders is a bit too doting on Judith? It always seemed

Beck like a

among the Sanders family,

“What do you mean?”

family. Regardless of what she did, they would never like

was planted, Beck would certainly view the

bit off. If Judith isn’t really a Sanders, could it be that Mr. Sanders is in love with her? He just can’t express

“Maja!”

name, immediately feeling

stiffened, awkwardly hanging up

suit, exuded

then, Judith returned and threw herself

at my villa, it’s so noisy. Can I stay here