Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1238

The atmosphere in the VIP room was tense, as if the scent of gunpowder was thick in the air

Some eyes landed on lan, scanning him, then slowly withdrew

The next moment, a liquor bottle was hurled towards the head of the rich kid

Everyone turned to look at the man who threw the bottle Well, wasn’t this Mr. Ryan? How did he end up working as a waiter?

And, surprisingly, he looked quite handsome in this uniform.

Ryan, seething with rage, grabbed the rich kid by the collar.

“You little runt How dare you speak about my cousin like that?”

Ryan had been working at the BlueSky Bar for the past few days. He had paid his last hundred dollars for rent and didn’t even have money left for food After a referral from a partner, he took up a job here as a waiter

He’d heard bits and pieces of gossip in the industry

At first he kept his head down, not wanting his posse to know about his current plight

But he did learn about lan’s current situation from their chatter

in the restroom that night, and he felt a surge of

collar seized and a bottle shattered on his head,

what I want, Ryan. I never thought I’d see the day when you’d be a waiter at the BlueSky Bar. I heard that Maja even offered to help you refurbish your apartment. It was you who introduced her to lan. You two are a piece of work, shanng the same woman. Letting

was filled with defiance, only to be answered

a young lion, but the

stiffened and turned to see lan, who had

*lan

successful in whatever he did

that was just how the industry was

him. When he hit rock bottom,

had been hit, recoiled a bit in fear at lan’s approach. But thinking about how lan was nothing now, he regained

to see what would happen to

was also uneasy He had been too impulsive, making lan the target

couldnt hold back

go I’m going to teach him a

finished speaking, he saw lan lift his leg and deliver

“Boom!”

towards the coffee table, sending liquor bottles tumbling and shattering

but considering that fan was still the CEO of the Raymond Corporation, no one

his muscular arm

“Throw him out”

a hint of disgust,

He simply sat back down on the sofa.