Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee Chapter 91

Chapter 91 All I Can Think About

Gavyn found himself at a loss for words, unable to refute the statement.

Waylon may be blunt, but he’s got a point. Upon reflection, he really has been following Aylin like a spell, constantly having his attention drawn to her lately.

And that vain, pretentious woman was a thing of the past, while Lalla was the wife he would spend the rest of his life with in the future.

Moreover, Laila had saved his life. No matter what, he could not let down the person who had saved

him.

Gavyn may appear to be cold-hearted and ungrateful, but in reality, he remembers both grudges and kindnesses.

He will always remember those who have been kind to him, and he would risk his life to repay their

kindness.

Since it was a promise he made himself, he must definitely fulfill it.

After a long silence, Gavyn coldly said, “I understand.”

The call was disconnected, leaving behind a busy tone.

He tutted.

Waylon slipped his phone back into his pocket, and immediately a stunning woman handed him a c**ktail, leaning against him with a soft, boneless grace.

“Is Mr. Kline finally done? Who was he chatting with so enthusiastically?”

The bar was filled with noisy laughter and dim lights. The woman leaned on Waylon’s shoulder, playfully biting his ear as she pouted, “Am I not pretty enough for Mr. Kline to even take a glance, so he won’t drink the wine I offer?”

always been polite and welcoming to beautiful women. He took the wine glass and drained it in one gulp, leaving a light kiss on the woman’s cheek. “How could I not, Yvette? You’re one of the most beautiful women in New York. How could I

Yvette Long laughed heartily.

his gaze sweeping across the dance floor where men

that person. If we were to discuss the top beauties in New York, perhaps only Aylin from the

when he indulged in romantic pursuits, he would always immerse himself wholeheartedly in

time, his mind was filled

Aylin became extremely

gorgeous facial features, and luxurious attire made her resemble a peony in

no longer the submissive talker she used to be. Bold

bland, virtuous wife and good

so much to his

Gavyn wasn’t into this

peach blossom eyes flashed with a strong

to his hand, wanting to be even

a while,

leaving the private room, Waylon

send you a person’s information, and you should

more detailed, the

by bright lights and flowing wine, while Gavyn

furrowed his brow as he flipped through the documents, but the words just

his mind.

deep within

a

melodious voice was like a breeze blowing into the ear,

through the window, illuminating the floating dust particles

those specks of

“What are you doing?”

everyone around her. Then, she

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