Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 660

Fitch sat across from lan, eyeing his every reaction. He asked with a chuckle, “So, how does it feel?”

lan took off his jacket, his fingers tensing slightly, the tips involuntarily curling.

He glanced up at the dazzling lights overhead, his throat bobbing, the corners of his eyes reddened by a sudden rush of heat.

If he didn’t know that the drinks he had tonight were perfectly normal, he would actually think somebody had drugged him. On the other side of the hall.

Maja looked at the timid girl across from her and reintroduced herself.

“You can call me Penny. No need to be so formal.”

The thick glasses hid most of the girl’s face. She quickly looked up at Maja and then immediately looked down again.

The waiter came over and asked what they would like to order.

Maja placed the menu in front of the girl.

“Erlinda, take a look and see what you fancy.”

Erlinda Frost quickly looked up, glanced at the menu, saw that the cheapest set meal was $588, and her eyelashes twitched with shock.

She was still very formal, even standing up, her thick glasses dropping to the floor in an instant. Maja saw several marks on her

Maja didn’t ask, pretending

script, we can talk about it slowly, you

Maja’s voice, Erlinda slowly sat down again, but her lips were

read near lan today and briefly

and gradually turning into a murderer. This script caught the eye of the Raymond Corporation and should be turned into a suspense

even more, her hands gripping her knees tightly.

faint sob, the girl across

over

always wondered how Professor Smith could write so many scripts of different styles, each one of high quality. I’ve read your script. When you gave me the script, you didn’t even dare to look me in the eye. I guess you’re not satisfied with this script. Since it’s a script you don’t even like, why give it to me?” For those who wrote scripts, they were like their

there was an investment opportunity in front of her, she should bring

but was forced by someone. “Erlinda, treat me as your friend. I once studied painting at the Academy of Fine Arts of Solstice College. At that time, my professor threatened me, which almost prevented me

She looked at Maja through her glasses, her face full

lightly about something so

“What happened then?”

and turned to interior design. You must have heard about the Academy of Fine Arts of Solstice College. There was a

in her chair and handed Erlinda

you trust me, tell me what’s bothering

shifted upward to the

I’ll come find you

her. After she left, Maja looked