Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck Sanders frowned, wondering why on earth she didn't get that her attitude was pushing him away. Couldn't she see that chasing after a measly 1% stake in the Sanders empire was a lost cause? Leaning back with a casual air, Stella Sanders propped her head on her hand. "Hey Beck, let me buy you a drink."

Beck offered a half-smile, eyeing the five bottles she'd just opened, playing the generous host to a bunch of happy suckers.

"Your drinks are a bit too rich for my blood."

But Stella waved over the bartender, ordering up the priciest cocktail on the menu.

"For anyone else, it's cash upfront, but for you, Beck, it's on the house."

Beck raised an eyebrow, surprised that Stella was actually willing to loosen the purse strings.

After taking a sip, he noticed Stella getting up, slightly tipsy.

"Beck, I'll be right back, just heading to the restroom."

Beck couldn't care less, pulling out his phone to check his messages.

Ten minutes later, he found himself surrounded by a group of angry men.

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crowded bar limited his movements. Soon, he took a punch to the

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