Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Maja silently stared at the drink in front of her while Beck gently patted her head.

“My big bro is a bit of a cold fish, usually either grilling me or spoiling our little sister. Even if lan flops, he’s got enough savvy to bounce back with a new company in no time. Even if he’s no longer the big cheese of the company, Wall Street and Silicon Valley companies would kill to have him. He’s still a whiz kid, the new hotshot in the business world. He won’t just tumble off that pedestal. His adoration in the North American media isn’t because he’s one of the Raymonds. It’s because he’s lan, plain and simple.”

Maja kept mum, and Beck figured she might not quite get his drift.

“Remember that underground fight club I mentioned, where anything goes and can be traded? It’s the most notorious black market in North America. It’s actually lan’s turf. The Sanders tried to take over that hood back in the day but fell flat on their face. Several other high–flying families were also battered and bruised in their scramble for that piece of the pie. When everyone was down a and out, lan swooped in and snatched it. That’s why my big bro warned me not to cross swords with him, and maybe we don’t really get the full picture of lan. You and him live in different worlds.”

He pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off Maja’s cheeks.

She just got out of the hospital and looked weak as a kitten, plus rushing over here, beads of sweat were dotting her nose.

“So, you should just focus on running your own business, don’t worry about lan. Just make sure you’re living high on the hog.”

Maja didn’t even know how she got out of the bar. Once in the car, her phone rang, and the sky outside had already turned dark.

She picked up the call, and a childish voice came from the other end.

“Is this Maja?”

and

lan’s number.

“Yes, what’s up?”

Alma thing slide, but if I really lose my cool, you’re going to be in deep water. No one will come to your rescue. I’m not messing with you right now

amusing, and she leaned back in her

‘lan‘, does he

bought me flowers. Is there something wrong with me calling him that? We were planning on getting hitched anyway. I’ve already told my

girl was around the same age as Maja, her voice sounded very

and she was kind of envious of this girl. Whatever she wanted, her family

cut on her finger, and the most famous private

bone to get where she was today, almost kicking the

to see me, so I got to hang up. You better play your cards right. My brother is in Washington; don’t push me to sick him on you. The wise should know when to stop, right? Maja, I’m only saying this once, if you stir up any more trouble, I won’t be so kind. lan is my friend. I’ve known him

cut off, and the girl put

and no one was allowed to bring a communication