His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 240 1 Will Kill You

Even though he said that, everyone could tell he wasn’t in a good mood as he was smashing his cutlery and glass.

This meal was destined to be tasteless.

Josiah stood up and said. “Mr. Reyes, I need to discuss this cooperation with the board of directors. We can’t confirm partneringwith your architectural design company yet. I’ll have my secretary contact you once we have news from the board. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll leave now,”

Maxim was a bit puzzled. “Huh? Mr. Guerra, what do you mean? We were getting along fine before, why the sudden change?”

Lysanne stood up abruptly and followed. “Josiah, wait for me…”

But Josiah didn’t wait for her at all. He strode to the door of the private room.

As he opened the door, a person stumbled in from outside.

A strong smell of alcohol hit them, mixed with the nauseating stench of vomit.

The person still held half a bottle of alcohol, swaying with drunkenness. As soon as he saw Josiah, he laughed and tried to hook his shoulder, “Hey, Reuben, let’s continue drinking! Today, I must get you drunk! Hey…. What are you doing!”

Josiah forcefully pushed him away, furrowed his brows, and looked at his own hand.

handed him a tissue from her

hands…

drunkard had touched hang by his side, slightly away from his

go get someone right

ran out in her

to the ground. He also got angry and propped himself up against the wall, his face flushed. “Reuben,

his words, he caught sight of Lysander sitting not far

light beige woollen

laughed. “Reuben, is this the call girl you summoned? She’s pretty good- looking. What’s

strong smell

up and took a step back, barely managing to dodge

she had just sat on was knocked over

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a laugh. “Lady, you’re quite shy. Don’t be shy. Aren’t all of you in this line pretty good at playing hard to get?

moved closer to Lysander

hidden in the corner

drunk man. He merely said, “Sir. I’m afraid you may have entered the wrong

in my hand? If you can drink it all in one go. I’ll give you five hundred… no, a thousand. Will a thousand be enough for you for the night? Or should I add more? Accompany me tonight, and if you perform well, I’ll sponsor you long–term…”