Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

Chapter 11 He’s My Husband
Damara looked up and happened to catch the chill in his eyes.
The group of people passed her without glancing her way. The leader’s attention was all on Abner as he spoke politely, trying to flatter him without offending him. The others following were all dressed in suits.
It was a circle she had never been in.
Damara stood in place for a while.
Then she slung her golf bag and walked out.
Allen, dressed in designer sportswear, had an ordinary appearance. He skillfully swung the ball, making a beautiful arc, and quickly hit the hole. When he saw her coming, he handed the golf club to a nearby caddie.
“Penny, it’s so hard to make an appointment with you.”
Damara smiled gracefully and sat down beside him. “Mr. Allen, I’m just a gofer.”
As they spoke, the staff next door began to clear the area, indicating that a big shot was about to arrive.
Allen noticed her gaze and couldn’t help but boast, “You know Robinson Group, right? My dad organized this golf game today, and the cooperation is worth at least two hundred billion.”
Damara had previously encountered clients with various personalities, including those who liked to brag. At times like this, it was best to compliment them.
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“I heard Mr. Allen spent three billion just on land last year. For the son of Citibank’s president, 200 billion must be pocket change, right?”
A hint of pride flashed in Allen’s eyes, and a smirk formed on his lips. “200 billion isn’t exactly pocket change, but since Abner returned to the country, Citibank is the first to cooperate with him. That’s a big deal.”
“Mr. Robinson’s return indeed caused quite a stir.”

Damara’s praise for Abner seemed casual but was also just right.
Allen took the water handed to him by the caddie and walked towards the grass while Damara followed suit.
“Yeah, but according to my dad, he got married.”
“Really? Mr. Robinson doesn’t look like a married man.”
Damara took out her golf club and played along with Allen. Since the client liked to gossip, she would whisper with him.
“I don’t think so either. If he got married, how could he not bring his wife along? Unless she’s so hideous that she can’t appear publicly.”
Damara’s swing halted momentarily, and she quickly adjusted herself, saying, “Maybe.”
Allen saw her ponytail draw a graceful arc in the air, her skin glowing in the sunlight. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, “If Mr. Robinson married a stunning beauty like you, he’d want to take her out every day.”
“You’re flattering me. I can’t be that lucky.”
The two chatted while playing a few more shots. Then Allen said he wanted to take a break.
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Damara wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the design project, but before she could speak, he said, “We sweated a lot playing golf. Shall we go change our clothes?”
Damara thought for a moment; discussing business like this wouldn’t be appropriate.
After a quick shower, Damara changed her clothes and stepped out when someone pushed the door open.
Frowning, she wondered how someone could enter a private changing room without knocking.
But when she looked up, she found it wasn’t a staff member.
Allen had taken a shower and was wearing only a towel wrapped around his body.
He didn’t have much muscle, clearly the physique of someone who indulged in wine and women.
Damara sensed something was off and cautiously spoke, “Mr. Allen, did you walk into the wrong room? This is the women’s changing
room.”
Allen chuckled shamelessly, eyeing her repeatedly, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re gorgeous?”
As he spoke, he approached her, a smirk playing on his lips, “When I used to ask you out for a project, you always ignored me. But this time, you came so willingly. Are you short of money?”
Damara stepped back, “Mr. Allen, please show some respect.”
Allen enjoyed her cold and distant demeanor, a woman was quite alluring when she had a bit of a temper.
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It made forcing her all the more thrilling.
“Don’t worry. If you serve me well, I’ll add a few million more to design fee.”
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A hint of disgust flickered in Damara’s eyes, and she tried to walk towards the exit, but Allen swiftly grabbed her waist, “My people are guarding the corridor. You think you can escape?”