Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

We’re…going to the hospital.“ Gwen turned around and glanced at Luna. “Luna’s sending me back to the hospital…“

Joshua nodded and strode into the elevator, pushing Gwen along in front of him as he lifted his head to glance at Luna. “This is the information that the supplier in Sea City gave me. I think there’s something wrong with the data, so I wanted you to have a look at it.“

Luna frowned and followed the two of them, skimming through the document Joshua had handed her.

Joshua was right. According to this document, the mineral content within the gemstones did not match up with the previous data.

Luna furrowed her brows, took out her phone, and started calculating the financial losses these discrepancies would cost the company. Then, she asked coldly, “Is this the only supplier list with problems? What about the previous ones?“

“Lucas is still comparing them. I don’t think we should collaborate with this vendor again in the future, and I want to sue them for the losses that have incurred.“

“Yes, I agree.“

Just as they were engrossed in their discussion, the elevator stopped at the first floor, giving a lurch.

she did not notice the elevator had arrived at their destination. When the elevator jolted violently to a halt, she could not help

grabbed hold of Joshua’s arm for

did not look well, Joshua gripped her arm and asked, “Are you

second time in a day he

headed to the hospital, anyway. We can get you checked by

his words. She tried to suppress the nauseous feeling in her

heave. This time, her gags were so

looking down at the pale-faced woman in his arms. “Nothing to worry about,

he hoisted Luna into his arms and strode out of the elevator, leaving the speechless Gwen — who was baffled at

she did not manage to get far before her entire body broke

exhaled before she continued to wheel

stern voice rang out from behind her, “I insisted on sending some of my men to follow

handles. Luke pushed her toward the lobby with an air of indifference, scolding her albeit gently, “When

to scratch the armrest somewhat sheepishly. “I’m sorry Joshua