My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 176 Where Did He Go?

Byron had been somewhat busy lately too, but he still showed up at Rosalie‘s door every day.

Every so often, he would remember the sight of Rosalie meeting Leon in private and the way Rosalie had turned the conversation against him later in the car.

Because of their argument that time, Rosalie even asked him to take Estie back home. Since then, Byron would stop by but stay out of Rosalie‘s sight. He would simply watch the four of them from afar.

As he watched, Estie grew livelier by the day. At first, Byron assumed she just liked Rosalie, but now the little girl was even starting to speak.

At the same time, Wendy rushed to the Lawrence Corporation as soon as the working day was over.

out to Wendy when he saw her hitting the button for the President‘s floor. Wendy‘s expression turned a little hard at

polite smile. “How would I know where the Master has gone? If you wish to know, you could try calling him.” With that, he gave her a polite

slowly. Wendy bit her lip hard, her heart filled

Byron had humiliated her in front of so many people back then and even made her a laughing stock, she was more determined than

over again, in the hopes he would change his mind. Once Byron changed his mind and their families settled on the engagement, she could finally put an end

patch up their relationship repeatedly went to no avail, though, Wendy was starting to feel the despair creeping in! After what he did at the banquet, Byron had not made any attempt to appease the Fullers at all. Instead, he was wholly focused on the wench! She did not have to call him to know where he had gone. He was surely at that wench‘s place again! Wendy opened the elevator doors and strode

Wendy if she had seen Byron, but the expression on their

to meet any of them. Wendy personally visited his house a

again?” Wendy sat down next to them angrily. “Of course! Everyone‘s saying the one he wants to marry is Rosalie Jacobs, and I‘m just a shameless suitor! I‘m offering myself to him on a silver platter, and even then he won‘t take