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.

click of her tongue, Katherine thought if she were Khalid, she would have chosen this lady as the true other half of her life

she intended to make the best use of the information of Frances' divorce as a weapon against her, but she didn't expect that the

such a ridiculous

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

going to get married, no matter how deeply you love your fiancé. Otherwise, you will most likely to suffer on the first

you ever done research on the

still too young

had Old 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

think that the Grants had accepted

 own grandpa was gone, Katherine was all alone, and had

indulge herself in the

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

heart-breaking and desperate

seat, and rested her chin on

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

thought, Katherine answered, "Well,

 "That's it! No matter how acerbically his mom treats you, he can still bear the pressure from his mom

a good man, he would have stood out and

offered a stifled laugh,

a

my forte. I'm not that type of social butterfly,

extra hours finishing the rest of their

 told Margaret to go first, counted up the

keen on going back home at the moment, and thus

around out there for a while, she then

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

into my house again?' Katherine

again armed herself with the mop rod, opened the front door

lights were on, and the door of her bedroom was

mop rod in her hands, stood by the door and peered inside — there was a man lying

shoes, coat

 got close to

and his breath suffused

down and stood by the bed, looking at this drunken man and wondering whether he