Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja and Ian were both green in the field of love. Ian wasn’t afraid of losing the Raymond Corporation; he could whisk her away to North America, to an underground combat pit where he could disregard any rules, even create rules for her. But he wasn’t sure if Maja was as committed as such.

Ian could forsook everything here, but Maja couldn’t.

So, he dared not gamble on Maja’s true feelings.

As Maja got into the car, she wondered if his low spirit was due to Eric’s return, seizing 15% of the Raymond Corporation’s shares and threatening his position as CEO, or the favoritism shown by the Raymond family towards Eric like a knife stabbing into his heart.

Rubbing between her eyebrows, Maja wondered why Eric had to come back now, just when she was in the eye of the storm, being hectic.

She arrived at the appointed place. The woman she was meeting was snobbish, chin up in the air, clearly in no mood to engage in prolonged conversation with Maja.

The internet was currently a minefield of hate towards both Maja and Star Movie Group. This issue needed to be resolved urgently.

“Antonia.”

Maja spoke politely, taking a seat opposite the woman.

pawn, but I have full confidence in my artists. Your daughter is autistic, and you’re spoiling her reputation. Do you even feel

where it was filled with top searches about Shawn. Insults were pouring in, and Shawn’s fans were being

just one day, had fallen from grace, a brutal, bloody

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contempt as she pushed

you, an upper-class, wouldn’t understand the joys

noticing a hint of guilt and a trace of deep-seated love when she mentioned her daughter. But mostly, it was resentment,

much did they pay

stiffened, knowing she couldn’t hide anything from Maja,

about money. It seems that lady was right. Ms. Pennyfeather always looks down on people, but this time you’ve made a mistake. No matter how much money you give me, I won’t withdraw my

accusations. It wasn’t about the money, so they must have done

down, slowly stirring her coffee, her gaze fixed on

wrist, with a small gold peach blossom pendant. The string seemed quite old, probably worn for

such a place, it must have been

I want to spoil your mood, but you don’t stand a chance against them. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll cancel