The Returning Ex

Thus, Sophia said, “I just called Madam Flintstone and was told that Richard will be paying her a visit later in the afternoon.”

Her reply apparently surprised John as he asked, “Oh, really? He is going to the Flintstone Residence?”

Sophia replied, “That’s right, and it doesn’t bode well to you either, does it? Anyway, I’ve been thinking of a way to do something about it, but since I can’t be involved directly, is there anything you can do to ruin the plan?”

John paused for a while and answered, “I’ll see what I can do, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine. As long as Mom doesn’t give in, Richard doesn’t stand a chance at all.”

Although John’s words made sense to Sophia, she still had a bad feeling about how things would play out. Richard is just way too friendly and amiable. I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time that Madam Flintstone falls for him if they keep hanging around with each other. While Sophia was known to act on her emotions rather than rationality, she still hoped that William could rekindle the old flames with Matilda, despite his unpleasant attitude at times. After all, she would love to see a happy ending, in which the divorced couple could be back together.

and turned around, gazing at the warehouse, where the captives were kept. It seems that

stood outside the warehouse until someone came closer and patted his shoulder. “Long time no see, Mr. Constance. Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” Upon hearing that voice, John looked back, only to find Roselia behind him. She was dressed in a sexy outfit, and

careful about the bank. Now that those few people have gone missing, suspicions are bound to be aroused, so

his arm. “Aw, are you showing your care for me? Don’t worry about me. I’ll

man to respond, shooting a gaze at him before she finally took her hands off him. Then, she hugged herself and stood beside John as she began to speak in a different tone. “Look, my

hesitation, John said, “How much do you want this time? I’ll get Zack to take care

the only thing we ever talk about every time? Tsk! Tsk!” Nonetheless, she soon changed her tune and said, “Anyway, perhaps there really is no one else who knows me better than you do.” After that, the lady turned around and revealed her curvaceous behind, walking away while