No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 440 My Good For Nothing Ex

Zachary found himself having to explain, "I had someone tail him, originally intending to find some leverage against him. However, I never expected to end up with photos like these. Nora, believe me, these pictures are absolutely real. I only sent them from an unfamiliar account because I was afraid you wouldn't believe me."

Arms crossed over her chest, Lenora watched Zachary with a playful gaze, her eyes alight with intensity. She said nothing, but it was clear from the moment he spoke that he was lying.

If he had indeed sent someone to tail Richard, he would have undoubtedly discovered that Richard was a bartender. However, it was clear that he was unaware of this fact.

Zachary gave an awkward smile, pleading earnestly, "Nora, trust me."

Lenora gave a small laugh, pointing at the woman in the photograph. "Do you know this person?"

"I don't know... I do..."

Catching Lenora's gaze, Zachary's eyes flickered, he quickly changed his tune, feigning innocence as he said, "All I did was let her flirt a little with Richard, I didn't expect him to fall for it so easily. Let me tell you, even without my interference, a man like Richard would have strayed sooner or later."

"So, I should be thanking you?"

"Yes."

"Right, you big goof, out you go."

She shouldn't have let her guard down around Zachary.

She should have known earlier that Zachary was bound to stir things up, he wasn't one to give up easily.

"Nora, I truly..."

Lenora didn't give him a chance to speak, pushing him toward the door. "Get out."

"Nora, Richard isn't a trustworthy man, give me another chance..." Zachary pleaded, stepping back as he spoke.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

Zachary gazed at the door, lightly touching his nose.

Lenora returned to the edge of the sofa and ate her lunch.

Let's not even get started-Zachary's cooking was nothing short of amazing.

In the afternoon, Lenora carried on with her work when she unexpectedly received a message from the chief editor.

need a photographer for an internal page of the company's upcoming financial magazine issue. None of our other photographers are available, could you possibly fill

When is the shoot? And the deadline for

a month

Lenora: All right then.

being interviewed this time? Do you have

hold of a candid

Isn't it typical for features like this to include direct interviews and photographs taken in the

company's Navarre office located

asked again, "Where is the shooting location? Their

editor-in-chief replied, "Their secretary responded, they will be

suppressed the

the editor-in-chief still hadn't managed to get a picture of

financial mogul would likely

age. Regardless of how they were portrayed, their appearance was what it was, and was unlikely

submitted by Lenora, but there was yet to be

way to the studio at the magazine company, where the

person in charge had already arrived at the makeup room and was

a commotion outside and

a young man of striking features and tall stature. He was dressed in a crisp, navy blue suit, his gaze fixed ahead as he moved with a casual elegance. He would occasionally nod, engaging in a conversation with someone

recognize, while to his right was the chief editor whom Lenora was

trailed a makeup artist

as she looked at Zachary. Almost instinctively, she

all, they were both of Clusian descent and living in Fairlake, so it wouldn't be surprising if they were acquainted the man on the

at Lenora and said,

Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Carston, head of Brownen Technologies, and this is the editor-in-chief of the business

gazing at Zachary with a somber

the subject

no name, and no

it's a pleasure working together," Zachary said, his

a grudge against you. Just be careful with your words

Lenora's lips as she responded, "Of course, Mr. Charlton. My apologies, I mistook you for someone else

did you mistake

"My good-for-nothing ex-husband."

Zachary was rendered speechless.

Charlton, you're certainly more handsome. How could he possibly compare to

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Let's not talk about him anymore, it's bad luck. It's truly my honor to be able to shoot for