Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 9

Early the next moming Maga slathered on some foundation to hide the marks on her face, then headed off to the studio

The studio was located in a commercial building, spread over two floors. She had a long–term part–time gig here. She didn’t have to punch in every day, but had to show up for the monthly wrap up meetings Usually Maxwell was the first to arrive. but this time he was nowhere n sight. He didn’t show up until half an hour after the meeting started.

He was still in yesterday’s suit and looked like he was in a mad rush

Majas pen paused mid ar, she had a hunch something was off with Maxwell

‘Sorry for being late.” Maxwell said as he took his seat at the head of the table. He shot Maja an apologetic smile and noticed her worried look. The meeting went on as usual

Maja was planning to leave with everyone else, but when she saw Maxwell still sitting at the head of the table, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s going on?” Lu’s family She “Maxwell said, rubbing his forehead wearily

His voice was very hoarse it looked like he had been up all night. He moved his lips as he wanted to say something but stopped himself,

Is it serious?” Maja asked.

of answering, Maxwell was silent for a few minutes before saying, Tm considering selling the studio, bull

The studio was in its development stage, why would he suddenly want to

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he wouldn’t

we

a bitter smile, massaging his temples, “If only

picking up a nearby object, “Let’s

Maxwell exhaled.

my wife’s confrontation last night She’s emotionally

family. lan was there, and only by seeing him could she possibly make

wealth accumulated by the Raymond family has now reached an exaggerated level.

the lobby

Maja’s unfamiliar face, asked with a smile, “Hello, how can I

see Mr. Raymond, if he’s