Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

“Alice knew I came to see you.”

Luna scoffed and closed the door. “Not too long ago, Mrs. Lynch had been calling me your mistress. Since when did she become so forgiving?”

Joshua frowned but did not reply.

He indicated for her to sit down on the sofa. “Because of certain reasons, the visit has been rescheduled for tomorrow.”

He handed the documents to her. “These are the few of the main factories. You must understand the design and raw materials needed. Tomorrow, keep an eye out for the materials provided by the factories. And…”

He handed her a different document. “Take note of these few companies’ style of design and target audience.”

Seeing how invested he was to discuss business, Luna decided not to continue bringing in their private matters. She read through the document thoroughly, then marked the parts that required special attention. “I’ve taken note.”

“We’ll leave at 9 am tomorrow. We need to visit every single one of these companies by the end of the day,” Joshua’s voice was business-like and emotionless. “At night, we’ll be having dinner with one of our clients in Sea City, so don’t forget to prepare a medication to neutralize the alcohol.”

“Alright.“

and continued studying the

a different position, his gaze deep and heavy. “You’ve

She stiffened slightly.

overseas the

this is your first

documents

an arm over the back of the sofa, his posture lazy and relaxed. “You walked through the entire city in just an afternoon’s time, though. You looked confident and relaxed, and I couldn’t tell it was your first time

words made her

in alarm. “You sent someone to follow

familiar you are with Sea City, you make

worried and asked Lucas and two other bodyguards to shadow her. At least, he could allow her to be attacked in the market, like when they were in

video recording that the two bodyguards

extremely familiar with every spot in the

Luna felt slightly guilty. “I was bored last night, so I looked through a map of the city.

chest, lowered her head, and flipped open