CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Frances' eyes were fixed on the back of Clara. As she saw her walk out of the café, get in her car and drive away, Frances was finally free to soften her wooden smiling face.

She turned around, and slowly raised her hands to bury her face.

She was in lack of enough courage to even take a glimpse at the video clips circulating online, in which she looked so sinister and terrifying that one could hardly tell that she was still that dignified and elegant lady.

Disconsolately, she made up her mind to leave after heaving sighs for nearly a half-day-long.

On her way back to Masons, she told the driver to make a detour and go past the dessert house of Katherine.

Previously at the Grant's, she was reprimanded by Marshall's grandma that she was, by any measure, an unfit mother in-law of Katherine, since for the whole year, she never stopped picking Katherine's flaws.

However, Frances retorted that although she was indeed unfit for being Katherine's mother in-law, Katherine was far less qualified to be her daughter-in-law either, since there would be no other women like her who would ever clobber her own husband's mother.

The car stopped by the entrance of the dessert house as Frances ordered. 

Looking through the French windows, she could see that Katherine, with a bright and warm smile on her face, was currently occupied with greeting her guest.

The guest was seemingly talking with her about something, and a light red of bashfulness could be clearly seen from Katherine's face

This scene was an eyesore for Frances, who disdained to see the unreserved smile and plain temperament of Katherine.

'Clara is much better' Frances thought to herself.

With a surge of rage simmering inside, she sneered to the driver, "Let's move. I've had enough with that nasty country girl."

In silence, the driver took her away from the place.

Katherine was too busy serving her guests to notice that Frances was once out there. Later, the guests were all gone, and she hastened to sit down with comfort and took out her smartphone.

One of her most enjoyable recent pastimes was to relieve herself with the video clips of Frances circulated online, in which Frances lost her long cherished dignity and demureness, making herself no different from those impolite vixens.

The video would be most likely to last long on the Internet, which meant Katherine could retrieve and enjoy it whenever she was out of her plate.

Meanwhile, the other heroine lying in the ward, reasonably enough, was also seen in the video.

In the video, the lady was lying on the sickbed in pain with a distorted face, looked after by a nurse accompanying aside.

She was seemingly a little younger than Frances, and somehow, in contrast to the unnaturally rouged face of Frances, looked simple and elegant.

have chosen this lady as the true other half of her life in

Frances at present. Originally, she intended to make the best use of the information of Frances' divorce

was such a

replayed the video clips. Margaret leaned in, took a glance at the video and said, "You've been

from this kind of unqualified mother-in-law if you're going to get married, no matter how deeply you love your fiancé. Otherwise, you will most likely to suffer on

asked, "Had you ever done research on the family of your ex before

 tutted, "No. I was still too

treated her as if she was his own granddaughter. Thanks to him, no one in the Grant Family dared to ever look down upon her

the Grants had accepted her as one of their

 all alone,

help but indulge herself in the feeling of being one of

thought they wanted her too. But, unfortunately, at last, she was stunned to find that she was nothing in front of this group

heart-breaking

 took her seat, and rested her chin on her

a question difficult to answer, since although he was sometimes quite standoffish

a second thought, Katherine answered, "Well, he is actually

how acerbically his mom treats you, he can still bear the pressure from his

a good man, he would have stood out

to explain. Katherine offered a stifled laugh, and answered,

it's not a difficult task to deal

 smiled, "For you, maybe it is. But it's really not my forte. I'm not that type of social butterfly,

ended their small talk. Spending some extra hours finishing the rest of their work,

 told Margaret to go first, counted up the day's

on going back home at the moment, and thus she decided to take a stroll around

there for a while, she then put for

she was stunned to find that the lights on

break into my house again?' Katherine

again armed herself with the mop rod, opened the

corridor lights were on, and the door of her

clinched at the mop rod in her hands, stood by the

shoes, coat and tie scattered

to

asleep. His face was flushed, and his breath suffused the room with the stale smell of

down and stood by the bed, looking at this drunken