Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

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Win My Forsaken Ex–Wife Back-

Chapter 399 Arthur Comes to See You

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The door was knocked on. Sarah stayed silent, but Emma’s voice came through the door. “Arthur’s here. He’s come to see you.”

Sarah snapped her head around, staring at the door, her heart racing. She stumbled to her feet, ready to confront him.

But then she realized how awful she must look. She was a mess, so she quickly rushed to the wardrobe, changed her clothes, and tried to fix herself before heading downstairs.

Arthur’s sudden appearance took everyone by surprise. James frowned slightly and looked at him. “Arthur, what brings you here at a time like this?”

Camille’s eyes were red, her face pale. “Arthur, with everything that’s happened to Sarah, is Charlotte behind this? Where is she? Tell her to come out!”

Emma couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could sense it–the frostiness in Arthur’s mood was almost suffocating.

one leg crossed over the other. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his sharp, commanding presence. The air around him was cold and distant, like an unscalable

399 Arthur Comes to

Sarah’s marriage.” His words dropped like a bomb. The room

back. “You’re going to marry

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frowned deeply as if he’d already pieced something together. “Sarah

eyes locked onto Arthur, sharp as

curled into fists at her sides. She thought, “How could

was, listening intently. She needed to hear exactly how he planned to “handle”

tangle of emotions. Arthur, unfazed, gestured lightly. Jacob, who stood at his side, stepped forward and held out a folder. “Ms. Miller and Henry Stone share a mutual understanding. Mr. Stone has expressed his wish to marry Ms. Miller. Here is all of Mr. Stone’s information. As a sign of sincerity, he’s offered a wedding gift price of 66 thousand dollars and has entrusted Mr. Harrison to act as the

Sarah is not marrying him. She’s a Hardwick, a ballerina with a bright future ahead of her. How could

to See You something

picked up the file and began skimming its contents. Every page confirmed what he

painfully ordinary. He was a vocational school graduate with no special skills, average looks, and no steady job. His father worked on construction sites, his mother was a waitress, and Henry himself

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like this even dare think of marrying my