Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Luna furrowed her brows. As she glanced at the cup of coffee Fiona was holding, she chuckled. “Keep your coffee to yourself, Ms. Blake. After all, I wouldn’t know what kind of vitamin powder you added in there this time, would I?“

Luna was being sarcastic when she said this. She was referring to what happened before when Fiona poured some vitamin powder into her glass and deliberately caused a misunderstanding.

As soon as she heard this, Fiona’s expression darkened. However, she did not say anything and instead bit down on her lip and proffered Luna the coffee with a slightly upset expression. “This is pure coffee—there’s nothing added to it. I know you hate me, Ms. Luna, but since I made you this coffee out of kindness… Why don’t you give it a taste?“

As she said this, Fiona kept inching closer to Luna. Luna frowned and extended her hands out, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. “I don’t want to— “

Luna was so startled by this that she immediately froze. Then, after a moment, she turned and glanced in Fiona’s direction.

Fiona had spilled the entire cup of boiling coffee all over herself and accidentally stained her white shirt a dark shade of chocolate.

Luna had not shoved her at all.

She immediately furrowed her brows. Was Fiona trying to pull the same trick twice?

Previously, Fiona had accused Arianna of frightening her, causing her to spill coffee all over Arianna.

time, she deliberately poured coffee all over herself instead of someone

so a few of the employees from the design department as

“Director

with people in a matter of seconds, most of them her own

space to stand and so shifted over to

This alarmed Luna.

her team members would not leak the contents of her sketches,

of new employees who had just joined Lynch Group’s design department not

even some people in her office

soon as she thought of this, Luna immediately ordered, “Samson, Zayne, please take everyone

suddenly realized

at this point that if important documents were to go

and Zayne quickly shooed the people out of Luna’s office. However, none of them seemed willing to leave and instead insisted on staying in case something

of the employees stood in the doorway and first glanced at Luna, then at Fiona. “What happened to Ms. Blake? Did Director Luna and Ms. Blake have a run-in

furrowed her brows and was about to say something when a pale-faced Fiona suddenly bit down on her

though trying to suppress the pain of being scalded by hot coffee. “It was my mistake. I