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.

Katherine thought if she were Khalid, she would have chosen this lady as

the information of Frances' divorce as a weapon against

it was such a

glance at the video

this kind of unqualified mother-in-law if you're going to get married, no matter how deeply you

ever done research on the family of your ex before

I was still too young to notice it

Mr. Grant at that time, who 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 in those

to think that the Grants had accepted her

Katherine was all alone, and had long been yearning for a

couldn't help but indulge herself in

But, unfortunately, at last, she was stunned to find that she was nothing in front of this group of so-called family of

heart-breaking and desperate

on her hand, "Hey, does Marshall treat you

question difficult to answer, since although he was sometimes

thought, Katherine answered, "Well, he

bear the pressure from his mom and treat you well. It means

he would have stood out and protected her when

offered a stifled

her lips, "You know, it's not a difficult task to deal

it is. But it's really not my forte. I'm not

extra hours finishing the rest of their work, they brought

counted up the day's earnings and

moment,

around out there for a while, she then put for

doorway of her house, she was stunned to find that the lights on the second floor were lit

someone break into my

mop rod, opened the front door and got upstairs at

and the door of her bedroom

closer to her bedroom, she clinched at the mop rod in her hands, stood by the door

coat and tie scattered around

to

asleep. His face was flushed, and his breath suffused the

rod down and stood by the bed, looking at