Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

“We’re…going to the hospital.“ Gwen turned around and glanced at Luna. “Luna’s sending me back to the hospital…“

Joshua nodded and strode into the elevator, pushing Gwen along in front of him as he lifted his head to glance at Luna. “This is the information that the supplier in Sea City gave me. I think there’s something wrong with the data, so I wanted you to have a look at it.“

Luna frowned and followed the two of them, skimming through the document Joshua had handed her.

Joshua was right. According to this document, the mineral content within the gemstones did not match up with the previous data.

Luna furrowed her brows, took out her phone, and started calculating the financial losses these discrepancies would cost the company. Then, she asked coldly, “Is this the only supplier list with problems? What about the previous ones?“

“Lucas is still comparing them. I don’t think we should collaborate with this vendor again in the future, and I want to sue them for the losses that have incurred.“

“Yes, I agree.“

Just as they were engrossed in their discussion, the elevator stopped at the first floor, giving a lurch.

their conversation that she did not notice the elevator had arrived at their destination. When the elevator jolted violently to a halt, she could not help retching

of Joshua’s

not look well, Joshua gripped her

time in a day

headed to the hospital, anyway. We

to suppress the nauseous feeling in her stomach and stood straight, smiling at Joshua. “There’s no need.

time, her gags were so intense that she almost stumbled and fell. Fortunately,

the pale-faced woman in

arms and strode out of the elevator, leaving the speechless Gwen

strength, she did not manage to get far before her entire

continued to wheel herself toward the hotel

as she was about to stop and regain her strength, a stern voice rang out from

someone grabbing her wheelchair handles. Luke pushed her toward the lobby with an air of indifference, scolding her albeit gently,  “When are you ever going to listen  to

the armrest somewhat sheepishly. “I’m sorry