CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Frances stared at the phone screen for quite a while. She understood clearly why Clara was calling in. She must have noticed the online news report.

Taking a sigh, she didn't put through the call. But soon Clara gave her another call again.

She closed her eyes, and turned to the two elders "Excuse me, I got to answer the call."

Saying so, she got the call through, and answered in a delighted tone, "Hey, Clara! How's going? What are you calling about?"

Her ordinary tone had obviously bewildered Clara.

With a deep voice, Clara asked, "Have you seen the report, auntie Frances?"

Frances' conjecture turned out to be right.

She then crackled, "What report? No, I have not seen it yet. Is that anything special?"

Somehow, Clara felt it was hard to make things clear via phone call. She then said, "Have you got time by the moment, aunt Frances? There is something I want to discuss with you personally."

Frances thought it over, and agreed.

Though possibly she still got family waiting anxiously for her at home, she didn't feel like heading back to the Masons' yet.

She was disgusted to imagine what kind of attitude her family would treat her with.

Hanging up the phone, she turned to the driver sitting aside, "Put me off down the cross road ahead. There is something I got to deal with."

Old Mrs. Mason leaned on the back seat and said, "You are going to meet Clara, aren't you?"

Frances temporized with a simple nod, lowered to put the phone in her bag, and again heard the voice of the old lady.

"I suggest you'd better keep a distance from her. Come on, just think about the identities of you two. " Said Old Mrs. Mason.

Frances was brought up short by her words, looking up at the old lady speechlessly, who was staring outside of the window with a frown.

For Old Mrs. Mason, what stuck in her head and remained desperately unsolved was the continuously inflaming and wide-spreading negative effect brought by the affair that happened online, which she failed to figure out any way to bring it to a halt.

to do was to publicly announce the divorce between Khalid and

that it would bring the marriage between Frances and Khalid to an end in a real sense if the divorce was really made

other man than Khalid to ever accept all Frances' flaws and tolerate her

Frances murmured, "I don't care. I just like Clara. She is hundreds, thousands times better than Katherine; she is well cultivated, and a girl

some gall and wormwood

and clear enough, it is totally up to Marshall. How about you take care of your own

dad would not go easy

Frances had ordered, the driver pulled up by the crossroad and put

left, her mother turned to her with a solemn look in her eyes, "Listen to me, and stay away from Clara. For all these years, we have been spoiling you too much, and so does Khalid. Maybe that's why you are more and more

off her daughter, and said to

the road for quite a long while. Then, she raised her arm, and stopped a

Katherine? Hell no! They are being all too blind to look through

all, what remained lingering in her head was the indignity and rage of

for the rest of her life, she would never forgive the daughter in-law who dared to treat

a taxi and headed to a small café,

with a bright smile, "Sorry,

in contrast, stood up in haste with a serious look on her face,

course I'm fine." Frances answered with a

then took out her smartphone and showed it to Frances — on the screen, it

the crying sound of Frances was heard off

screen, with a calm expression on her face, "Oh, it's not a

and looked at Frances, "Have you really

false information about her son and his ex

and conclusion she gave to Clara were nothing but a bulk of misjudgments underlaid by her

Clara, she found herself pale to find any excuse to cloak

her mouth pursed, she nodded after a pause of silence,

what I have done in the hospital today was only part of my plan. I will make them regret, since they leave me no choice! Now, the Grants are definitely scratching their heads and figuring out how to deal with

don't really care a scrap about that shit. Indeed, I divorced my husband, but so what? I can still lead a

Frances with a solemn look in her

understand why Frances declined with any sorts of excuses every time

seemed to give up, and told her the truth that she had been living with her

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