Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Wilma was fuming, ready to stand up in protest, but Zoey held her down by the leg.

Zoey smiled at Mr. Colby, "Mr. Colby, you're a straight shooter. Let's shake on it. I'll have my people prepare the contract."

"If Zoey can down it, I'll sign on the dotted line."

Zoey gracefully poured herself a drink, only to be stopped by Wilma who whispered in her ear, "Zoey, this Mr. Colby is clearly up to

no good. Let's get out of here."

She didn't want this endorsement. Zoey chuckled inwardly. Wilma had been well protected in their circle, especially since signing

with Star Movie Group - she had hardly been put in a tight spot.

She was still too green, but maybe that was for the best.

"No worries, you don't have to drink. I will."

"That's not happening."

Wilma snatched the glass and downed it in one gulp. She could hold her liquor, but this was too strong. It felt like her insides were

on fire. She took another, and within a minute, slumped over in her seat.

Zoey sighed, massaging her temples, and poured three more drinks for herself. She finished them in one go and then got up to

help Wilma.

"Mr. Colby, the drinks are done. Tomorrow, I'll have someone from the company discuss the endorsement with you."

Mr. Colby's eyes narrowed, and he stood up too.

"Zoey, you're a good sport. But you both seem plastered. Why not crash at the hotel next door for the night?"

Zoey was still clear-headed but dizzy. Wilma was a top-tier star; they couldn't have her caught drunk in public.

driver

"Zoey."

wasn't about to let his catch slip away. He grabbed Zoey and

have someone take Ms. Bright home. Why don't

jolt of alarm shot through Zoey. She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so bold! She tried to push him away,

her against

"Get off me!"

Mr. Colby's bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she aimed to crack it

his head.

wrist nimbly, bringing

you've got fire. I

disgusted, "Get

swept everything off the table in a

hard to get.

tramp who can't live without a man, and it looks like

couldn't believe a company president would speak

kicked Mr. Colby in his

at him.

in time, but

He lunged after

room and headed towards

was high class one, with soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up in the

by

gasped for air. The alcohol

just lit a cigarette when he heard a loud thump from the

phone ringing, and

the owner seemed to have no intention to pick

mirror.

sink; half of the

in her pocket as she bowed down and

up, casting a glance at the logo on the wall and making certain it was men’s room. Just as he was about

Colby's curses cfrom outside.