Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

What are you on about?”

lans tone was icy cold as he leaned back, From now on, stop sticking your nose in my business and

introducing me to these women

Ha buddies were all her clients, wasn’the sick of it?

Sure, some people in the circle had peculiar tastes, but he had been abstaining from such allars for

years, hokling no interest in the whatsoever Over the years, Ryan seemed to have picked up all sorts

of werd habits Itwas about time for him to set

ן Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Cousin, are you really not going to come and meet her? I searched a long time below I thought she

might be right for you.”

If lan truly wasn’t interested. Ryan still had a few vacant properties that needed designing. If you don’t

want het keep her on my side. I quite fancy het”

For some reason, lan straightened up

Tarrange for you to intern at the Raymond Group better than hanging around with these no good folks

all day. Your mam already mentioned this to me. Just show up for work tomorrow morning”

Ryan was taken aback, and before he could retort, lan had already hung up He looked at Maja with

frustration, and she could probably guess that she had been rejected

She consoled him. Mr. Elston, no need to fret Maybe Mr. Raymond has another preferred plan. After all

the villa is for his favorite person, its only right to be cautious.” Ryan sighed. That’s impossible hes still

looking”

Maja kept her composure, Business also requires the night timing and connections. Perhaps I just don’t

have that with Mr Raymand.”

“In that case, I’ll ask him in person later if he really doesn’t need you, could you design those

properties for me? I really like your style.

Maja smiled and extended her hand, Aright, thanks for your appreciation.”

Ryan answered another call then apologized with a smike, “Sorry, I have to head back tonight. Leave

me your numbet and liget in touch another day.

Without hesitation, Maja handed over her number. After Ryan saved it, he rose and left the private

room.

In a blink of an eye only Maja and Maxwell were left. This was Maxwells second round of drinks for the

night, he was slightly drunk and dropped his guard. Let me call you adver”

Maja knew he had pushed himself to this point just to negotiate this deal for her; it was only right to

show her appreciation. Besides, she loved working at Maxwells studio That’s kind of you, Maja

After relieving his burden, Maxwell’s drunkenness hit him in full force.

It’s not that Maja didn’t want to take Maxwell home, but he had been married for a year and his wife

was very jealous. To avoid unnecessary trouble, a diver was a safer bet

She helped him to his feet, and they headed to the elevator on the other side of the corridor, which was

closer to the exil

Maxwell was drunk and mumbling a few words.

1 told you I’s not what you think you’re tiring me out.”

“Can’t I have a little privacy?”

He seemed to be arguing with his wife even in his dreams. Maja was struggling to support him while

maintaining a polite distance

Maxwell stumbled as the elevator doors opened, nearly falling oul

Majaquickly pulled him back, and a slender hand stretched out from inside the elevator b stop

thechsing doors.

Following the hand, she found herself looking straight into larf’s face. Her thankyou” got stuck in her

throat.

The guy she hardly saw once in three years, was now all she kept bumping into since yesterday? Was

this fate or simply a coincidence?

lan’s gaze lingered on her and Maxwell for a moment before he withdrew it “Which floor?”

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of indifference on his face, yet his features were

devoid of any emotion.

Maja quickly caught the hint of sarcasm and contempt in his eyes. The atmosphere lumed awkward, and she helped Maxwell into the elevator, her tone polie and distant First food thank you.”

Maxwell chose this moment to blurt out some nonsense.

Money, money, money. Do you even have any feelings for me?

Maja had heard from her colleagues at the studio that Maxwell’s wife was a big spender. Maxwell was

ambdious and had built a decent studio, but he didn’t keep a penny of his earnings, all of which went to

his wife.

The atmosphere seemed to get colder. Maja shivered as she heard lan’s sarcastic remark

A client?”

Maja felt embarrassed but couldn’t admit that Maxwell was her boss at the studio. Ian was already

displeased with her. If he found out that the studio boss was drunk in such a place he would probably

blacklist them immediately. She could only nod in agreement

“Mm, Mr. Raymond, what a coincidence.”