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

freaked out in the restroom that night, and he

kid, his collar seized and a bottle shattered on his head, cursed

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 he’s willing to give up the Raymond

only to be answered with a firm

as a young lion, but the next moment, he felt a

lan, who had been silent all

*lan

used to be his hero, successful in whatever he did He was never a replacement for his cousin, lan was

just how the industry was

praised him. When he hit rock bottom, everyone was

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

room were silent, waiting to see what would happen to

impulsive,

couldnt

I’m going to teach him a lesson”

his leg and deliver

“Boom!”

sending liquor bottles tumbling

considering that fan was still the CEO

next to Fitch, who lifted his muscular arm to grab

“Throw him out”

hint of disgust, obviously siding with lan

speak He simply sat back down on the sofa.