Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 7

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

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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

no need to fret Maybe Mr. Raymond has another preferred plan. After all the villa is for his

timing and connections. Perhaps I just don’t

him in person later if he really doesn’t need you, could you design those properties for me? I really like your style.

and extended her hand, Aright, thanks for your

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

saved it, he rose and

Maja and Maxwell were left. This was Maxwells second round of drinks for the night, he was slightly drunk and

negotiate this deal for her; it was only right to show her appreciation. Besides, she loved working at Maxwells

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

been married for a year and his wife was very jealous. To avoid unnecessary trouble, a diver was a safer

feet, and they headed to the elevator on the other side of the corridor, which was closer to the exil

drunk and mumbling

you I’s not what you think you’re

a little privacy?”

in his dreams. Maja was struggling to support him while maintaining

stumbled as the elevator doors opened, nearly falling oul

him back, and a slender hand stretched out from inside

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