The Divorce Prescription

---- Chapter 802 Ewan answered the call immediately. "You found him?" "Apologies, Mr. Ewan, We couldn't track down the driver." Ewan was stunned. "What? Why not? He's just a damn taxi driver, and you can't even handle that? What the hell do I keep you people around for?" His subordinate hesitated, clearly afraid. "Mr. Ewan, we tried everything, but... the taxi company has no record of him. It's like he doesn't exist..." With all the power and reach Ewan had, they still couldn't find a lowly cab driver? "Useless!" Ewan snapped before ending the call.

He couldn't stop thinking about Hailey's delicate profile and the way she had moved on the dance floor that night. She was graceful, almost hypnotic, and his whole body stirred with a hunger he could barely contain. Ewan pulled out his phone again and made another call. The call connected immediately. Sally greeted, "Hello, Ewan." "Mom, invite the Lamberts to dinner tomorrow.

my ---- engagement to Hailey." "Ewan, [heard the Lamberts aren't planning to marry Hailey off to you." "T want her! I'm marrying her, no one else!" Ewan was the only heir of the Shaw family, and Sally adored him, so she coaxed, "I'll reach out to the Lamberts, okay? Our family and theirs have been

won. Both ended up hurt. By the time their fight ended, Ewan was gone -he had taken off after Hailey. She hadn't expected to bump into him again so soon. Her

"No." "Mr. Ewan-" Before she could finish, Ewan hit the gas. The Ferrari roared off without a second glance. The stripper stood there after getting hit with a face full of exhaust smoke, wondering why she even bothered fighting

She didn't bring her bag with her. The man glanced at her. "Don't tell me you don't have money for the fare. I drove you all over Kinthorne tonight." "T do have money. After all, I live here. I just didn't bring my ---- wallet. How about this? I'll