Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 812

On the way back to the city, that car finally disappeared from sight.

Maja heaved a sigh of relief, thinking she might be overly paranoid.

Someone like lan would not waste his time tailing her.

Back at Star Movie Group, she immediately sent a message to Wilma to meet up.

But Wilma was constantly busy and even a bit peeved about the rumors about her and Elvis. They finally managed to find a time to meet, and the location was a bar.

It wasn’t BlueSky Bar.

Wilma, currently a rising star, wasn’t high–profile enough to get into a sophisticated place like BlueSky Bar.

Maja shot back a message.

[Alright, I’ll swing by the private room you mentioned around eight.]

After sorting things out with Wilma, Maja received a call from the Raymond family.

Selena’s diagnosis was out; she was indeed in a vegetative state.

But surprisingly, the Raymond family only informed her about it without demanding any apology or compensation.

She knew it had nothing to do with her; it was all Connie’s doing, but there was no response from the Raymond family?

thought cutting ties with the Raymonds was a

she fret about it?

been working like a dog for the past few days since he sold 10% of his shares,

was a big deal, and there was

as soon as he got back to

family punishment was inevitable; he was

enough, the moment he stepped through the doors of Raymond Mansion, his grandpa, Holden

his

so angry that his chest hurt; he gave

trying to be the

and after a while he looked up and asked, “Grandpa, what should I do then? I want

me.”

words, thinking

he took a seat on the couch

his

was actually hurting

a while,

fond of; I heard from Herbert once, and I didn’t think much of it at the time; I just thought it was young people fooling around. But knowing her stubborn personality, if she lets Herbert know about that person, she

here; it was a bit

ever really

whether they had

so he sugarcoated it a

all over, then nodded awkwardly.

doesn’t acknowledge you. I guess she still likes the person she used to be. You know, a girl’s mind is as complex as a poem. With her