Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Malcolm closed his eyes and lanvented with a helpless tone, “After Heather died, I wanted to bring Riley back to you guys and try to get my hands on some cash so i can go away to someplace no one knows me

“However, Quentin found out about her true identity from God knows where, and he set fire to me and Heather’s house, forcing Riley and me to return to the Quinn farnily…

“They kept Riley with them and locked me up in a basement in total darkness. Whenever I ask them when they’d set me free, they would say that they will only release me if I die or go insane someday, or…”

Malcolm gulped and lowered his head. “Or when one day Riley loses her value to them.

“The reason they locked me up was that they were afraid I’d find you guys and tell you of Riley’s true identity…”

Luna narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this. She lifted her head to stare coldly at Malcolm. “Just like how you ruined my looks and forced me to do plastic surgery so you could use me, right?”

Both Quentin and Malcolm’s intentions had been to obtain something as their leverage for their future use.

In the past, Malcolm’s method of doing this was to ruin Luna‘s looks, forcing her to undergo plastic surgery

knew about her true identity. Hence, the only person capable of ruining Quentin and Granny Quinn’s plans was

only person they had

showed him mercy out of what he had done for them in the past, so they did not

“I guess this fondness of using other people for your own gain seems to run

nervously but did

deep breath and lifted his head, exposing his unusually pale face as a result of the lack of sun from his imprisonment. “I want to leave Merchant

you in the past, but now that I‘ve escaped from the basement at Quinn Mansion, neither Quentin

I just hope you‘ll help me, seeing that I‘m risking my life to tell

in a word with Luke and send me somewhere no

the ground and continued in a choked

brows as he stared at the

Who would have thought…