Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1303

Zoey crouched in the back seat of her car heart thumping like a drum in a rock concert. With the space cramped, there was nowhere to hide

In a swift motion, she yanked the curtains closed on both windows, making sure no prying eyes could peer inside

As long as she wasn’t caught red–handed, she thought she’d be fine

But her hasty actions might as well have been a neon sign flashing “Occupied to the small mob outside

“Look! I told you, that shameless hussy is definitely in therei

“Drag her out! I want to see which little visen has the nerve to mess around”

“Get out here! Don’t make me come in there after you! If you’ve got the guts to do it then face the music!”

Zoey sat silently hoping against hope that the group would disperse soon. But the ringleader, a woman with the persistence of a bulldog wasn’t abo for her bodyguard

“Get my brother’s chauffeur bring me the keys I want to see the face of this home wrecker

Zoey’s pupils shrank with fear Could it be that man’s sister? She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed his number, but he didn’t answer. He rarely did espe

her not to contact him out of the blue

this was an emergency

finally answered, his voice darker than a storm cloud

do you want?

into the

him to call off his sister

found out? You do know tonight is our family’s gala,

could she? She was out of the loop on

silent as the girls outside continued to plot her humiliation, anticipating the moment they could drag her out and slap

“Can you please call her

next words slapped her like

begging

hundred thousand was the price Zoey had paid for her dignity, and he used it to

herself for even considering reaching out to him it would have been

surprised when she dared to hang up on him. But inside the car, Zoey resigned herself to her fate. Just earlier that day, she had been humiliated and slapped at the company’s top floor, her cheek still

entirely showing zero interest in her life. And now, the footsteps outside came closer, a sycophantic lackey handing over the keys to the

a sirver of hope that he would come to her rescue at the

The door swung open