The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 36

As soon as Justin finished speaking, a scream came from the restaurant.

Ryan suddenly remembered that he had left his date alone with Anna. That was trouble waiting to happen.

“Bro, I can’t talk now. Anyway, I can’t make it today. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Ryan was about to hang up when Justin’s sharp voice stopped him.,

“Ryan Hoffman, where are you?”

At this time, Ryan heard another scream that was more piercing than before.

“KS World Hotel’s restaurant!”

Ryan returned to the restaurant in a hurry.

When he opened the door, he was stunned by the scene inside.

Justin’s frail ex-wife grabbed his date’s hair and pressed her head on the table with her arm twisted to the back. His date was unable to move.

Ryan thought, ‘Wow! This looks like a scene where the cool female detective arrests the criminal!’

He was initially worried that Bella would be bullied, but now it seemed like his worries were

unnecessary.

Thus, he simply crossed his arms and watched the show with a smile on his face.

make it so that you won’t be able to survive in Savrow!” Ryan’s date yelled and bared her teeth.

“Then you

slap mark on your face will hardly be visible. You won’t even be able to sue me for Level 2

face the whole time. If this woman had not

not have touched

back, she cried and shouted for help. “Mr.

be enough to appease you…” Ryan came over and pulled Bella away. There

was not startled by this fight because he had witnessed a crazier fight over

women.

main reason he stopped Bella was that she was Justin’s ex-wife. If word got out, Justin

embarrassed.

me! She slapped me and pulled my hair. You have to seek justice for me!” Ryan’s date was infuriated as she held her messy hair.

her long legs, and looked at the wretched

were a monkey.

Bella’s long legs and sized her up. In the end, his gaze landed on her

feet in stilettos.

can she be

have provoked Ms. Brown for her to hit you. Is

and

date was so furious

me, but Ms. Brown doesn’t like me, so

confidently.

her eyebrows, thinking that Ryan was a

me, Mr. Hoffman?