Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1047

Clara and Drew had never imagined they would find themselves in such a luxurious establishment. The gentleman had told them that the net worth of the average patron here was at least billion dollars, a figure they had never even contemplated in their lives.

As they walked in, they were greeted by the sight of a grand mansion, an expansive swimming pool, and a sprawling golf course stretching out into the distance. They were simple folks from a small county with no knowledge of golf. They merely marveled at the scenic hills, far more beautiful than the ones back in their village.

The gentleman had them working in the kitchen, with their not–so–youthful looks, and they wouldn’t be allowed to serve in the front of the house, a privilege reserved for the young and attractive

Clara and Drew remembered the gentleman’s instructions.

Tonight Maja would be here, and their task was to cause her utmost embarrassment. After all, their daughter didn’t acknowledge them anymore. Only by making a huge scene would they scare Maja enough to extract a few million out of her, providing them with a life of leisure and luxury.

The thought of such wealth brought a gleam to Clara’s eyes. To her, Maja was a walking gold mine, and she could not let this golden opportunity slip by. “Maja, stay right there! Why don’t you come to greet your father and me?” Clara called out.

frowned, realizing that someone must have arranged for them to be there. She turned around yet refrained from harsh words due to the

guard’s outfit, looked decidedly out of place amid the elegantly dressed guests. Unfazed, Clara began to berate Maja.

do you know where we slept last night? Under a bridge because the hotels here are too expensive, and you were unwilling to arrange accommodation for us. Maja, you’re so heartless! I nearly died giving

in the bit about her traumatic childbirth, hands on hips, displaying the classic posture of a

viewing the central figures as nothing more than

berate Maja, who finally snapped, her voice

but instead, she retorted. This felt like a direct challenge to Clara’s parental authority. Angered by the memory of being thrown out

help your brother who is in jail. Are your father and I supposed to live under a bridge at our age? Look at her, everyone. Don’t do business with someone like

public spectacle would usually make the party involved