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

the way his elder cousin had freaked out in the restroom that night, and he felt a surge of

kid, his collar seized and a bottle shattered on

I say 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 lan have her after you were done That makes Maga nothing more than a deserted woman. And now

with defiance, only

as furious as a young lion, but the next moment,

who

*lan

felt a pang of sorrow His cousin used to be his hero, successful in whatever he did He was never a replacement for his

that was just how the

top, everyone praised him. When he hit rock bottom, everyone

had been hit, recoiled a bit in fear at lan’s approach. But thinking

the room were silent, waiting to see what

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

he couldnt

going to

he saw lan lift his leg and deliver a harsh kick to the

“Boom!”

table, sending liquor bottles

was delicate. Some wanted to intervene, but considering that fan was still the CEO

to Fitch, who lifted his muscular arm to grab him and tossed

“Throw him out”

spoke with a hint of disgust, obviously siding

speak He simply sat back down on