My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 201 Is Clarification Required? 

“Any hot topics recently?” Yves noticed that she was scrolling on her social media for a while, so he asked her out of curiosity. 

Rosalie retracted her thoughts and smiled nonchalantly as she replied, “Nothing much. I just saw some gossip.” With the state of her current relationship with Byron at that moment, all Byron–related news was indeed merely gossip to her. 

Yves wanted to have a chat with her, so he continued the conversation. “What kind of gossip? Anything happened to artists recently?” 

Rosalie did not expect him to continue the conversation. She was taken aback and mumbled in reply, “Not an artist. I don‘t remember what their name was as well, so I just clicked in randomly.” 

“This project is pretty time–consuming, right? Even I find it a little tough.” Yves‘ eyebrows rose

she arrived at the kindergarten just as school was over. Children swarmed out of the gates enthusiastically. She spotted her two boys in the midst of the crowd, made her way over, and left with them. Estie stood amongst the crowd and looked at her pitifully. Rosalie looked back at her, and out of nowhere, she felt a little guilty. However, she thought about the news she saw earlier and really did not want

she could do was harden her heart, squat down to caress Estie‘s head, and say, ” Estie, wait for your daddy right here with Miss Leigh Ann, okay? I have something to do, so I gotta

not dare to look into Estie‘s eyes when she was done speaking and scurried away with the two boys like she was fleeing for her life. They left in Yves‘ car. The two little

the boys, turned on his engine, and drove toward Rosalie‘s house. The two boys, who sat in

Daddy was not too bad. That was why they told

to marry someone else, it seemed like Uncle Yves was not too bad of a

other hand, Luther saw the news and immediately recognized the woman in the photos. He glanced at the headline again and went to Byron immediately. “Sir, look at this article.... Do you think clarification is required?” Byron was buried deep in work. He