Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

The sound of Gwen’s slap rang across the banquet hall.

Luna covered her face in shock, turning to look at her.

Gwen crossed her arms across her chest and snorted coldly, “Who knew you still dared come here! “

She glared at Luna viciously, her eyes full of haughty derision. “In Banyan City, you dared seduce another woman’s husband, ruining her marriage until she’s getting a divorce, and now you dare come flaunting your claws in Sea City! “

Gwen’s voice was loud and boisterous, attracting the attention of everyone around them. They crowded around them instinctively.

As the crowd expanded, Gwen grew more aggressive. “And yet you dare come here? Do you know Alice is from Sea City, the people of Sea City are supporting her! “

Even though Joshua was a family name in Banyan City, in Sea City, not many people knew him.

Most people had missed the news, but hearing Gwen’s words, the crowd erupted into a sea of discussion.

“She’s so beautiful, who could guess she’s just a mistress…“

“And she even ruined their marriage, the wife is getting a divorce…“

“She deserves to be slapped! “

the surrounding crowd made Luna

she and Gwen were desk-mates in high school, they lost

did Gwen suddenly care about her old friend whom she

her palm to her cheek

raised her hand and tried to slap

mid-air, her wrist was restrained by someone. It was not anyone else, but

Luna herself.

her voice cold and distant. “Ms. Larson, mind your words. Did you forget how

a second,

a fight with students

how did the woman in front of

faint smile. “You should

eyes were sharp,

she was

blushed and tried defending herself. “You’re right, I don’t know what happened in Banyan City. But the invitation for the banquet tonight was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Lynch, who do you think you are, coming here like

ruckus amongst

the Walters invited Mr. and Mrs.

so shameless after all, coming here thinking that you’re Mrs. Lynch. Is there a problem with me slapping you and

Gwen’s arrogant expression, Luna raised

invitation. “Ms. Larson, maybe you didn’t know, I ‘m a designer working for the Lynch Group. I attended the banquet for business purposes, and yet I have to endure your