Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 809

Maja got a call from Daly Elston’s company; they said some of Daly’s stuff was left unattended. Now that someone was handling his affairs, they reached out to

her.

Maja rushed over, sorting out Daly’s stuff from a pile of jumbled items.

Useless junk, really.

She held a small box, walking slowly from the side of Crystalbrook Valley’s river towards Riverside Haven.

She felt like she was being followed, but she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination.

She scowled, looking back, but there was no one there.

She felt a chill run down her spine, so she quickened her pace. She was so tense that she tripped and fell down a riverbank while cutting across a strip of greenery. She slid five or six meters, but luckily, it didn’t hurt. She was about to get up when she heard an anxious voice from the roadside.

“Maja, are you okay?”

“Maja!”

Maja thought she had misheard and was about to respond when a man slid down from above.

The path was slippery, especially after last night’s rain, and it was all muddy.

lan had intended to run down, but he was wearing leather shoes and slipped ten meters, ending up even lower than Maja, with one foot already in the water. Maja was still standing in the greenery, her voice cold.

“What are you doing here?”

lan pretended to clean the mud off his trousers but didn’t answer.

Maja was angry, squeezing the box in her hand.

you stalking me?”

“No.”

why are you

issues with the project at Crystalbrook Valley; they asked me to come over. I

she shot him a glance, then turned away, starting to climb back

wet. He took a small path uphill. Maja was ahead of him, but she wasn’t on the small path, so she tripped on a branch and fell again. The box in her hand was thrown out, and she barely avoided hitting her chin on the

to her side, squatting down to help

his extended hand and hurried to

a while, and then he asked, “Am I some sort of scary virus?”

flowed quietly. Spring was around the corner, but it was

“No, you’re not.”

he heard her

at a loss for words.

his mouth, then

there for a few minutes before

time he reached the roadside, Maja was already a hundred meters

to catch up, keeping a safe distance.

Haven, a person in charge ran up to

Raymond, what

fallen leaves, and his trousers were all wet.

“I’m fine.”

door, he instinctively

tightly shut, and he had no idea what

put the box aside, took a shower, and

contacting Wilma again to arrange a meeting.,

tantrum, insisting on

she wanted to

never meet her. He had already told Maja that he wouldn’t deal with Wilma, even if she

Wilma, Mr. Elvis has other artists to manage right now; he