My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

Half an hour later, the duo departed and made their way to the casino.

It was a place with an intricate network since people from all walks of life had gathered there with different agendas.

As soon as Amora alighted from the car, she was stupefied by the lavish casino in front of her, where all sorts of luxury vehicles could be seen parked at the entrance.

But the thing that took her by surprise the most was the door that was made out of gold.

Oh god! Is this some sort of gold mine? As Amora swallowed hard, she heard Lance asking, "What's wrong? Are you afraid? "

Lance, who had been walking behind Amora ever since they reached the casino, stepped forward and stood next to her when he noticed she stopping in her tracks.

Amora shook her head and rebuked, "That's not the case! Come on! I'll show you the way around!"

Afraid of startling her younger cousin, she tried her best to put on a strong front.

Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to close the deal if I chicken out now? After pulling herself together, she strode toward the entrance.

Unfortunately, as soon as they approached the entrance, the bouncer, who had never seen them before, rushed over and stopped them from entering the casino.

Subconsciously, she tapped on Lance's shoulder and assured, "Don't worry!"

Lance, who had been surveying the surroundings, looked at the hand on his shoulder when he felt someone grasping him out of nowhere.

Amora shared the reason for her visit with the man at the entrance.

we're here to see

Who are you

here for Mr.Coyle! He has asked us to

and

sure he has heard of this filthy rich

been anticipating your arrival.Please head upstairs

a sigh of relief when the bouncer greeted her in a courteous manner and showed her the way upstairs

she marched into

making their way into the casino, she muttered, "Is it necessary to make a fuss out of everything? Lennie, you need to keep up with me, okay? If you're lost, I

young man behind her couldn't move his eyes away from her hand that was gripping his

to consider her hand miniature as it was merely half

of losing him, she refused to

being anxious herself, she showed no signs of setting him free

way, she repetitively reassured him that things would turn

that thought, a smile

first floor, they found the

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

"Who is it?"

that

knock, someone rushed over to

saw a blondie answering the door, she introduced herself, "Hello, I'm here on behalf of Andy from Wall Street!

service of a third

responded with a frown and directed another