The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 614

There were a few men inside the men’s restroom standing at the urinals, doing their business without a care in the world. When Renee stormed in, they were shocked and hastily covered their private areas with their hands.

’ You…” One of them sputtered indignantly, his face red in embarrassment.

‘ What are you looking at?” Renee shouted at the men, holding her head high. “Have you never seen a woman in the men’s restroom before? If you can’t deal with it, then get out!”

The men in there were all respectable gentlemen, and they had probably never encountered such a tough and intimidating woman before. Instantly, they hurriedly zipped up and ran out.

In a few seconds, the restroom was empty, except for the lone figure at the innermost urinal – Stefan Hunt. He stood straight and tall, like a cold and flawless marble statue. He managed to exude an air of superiority and unattainable perfection even as he stood in front of a urinal.

He had not yet done his business before Renee barged in, so he turned to her with an icy stare as he asked slowly, “What do you want?”

burning inside Renee. She was so

barely restrained anger, clenching her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. “Why are you

you want,” Stefan replied calmly. “This place is crawling with reporters, and yet you followed me into the men’s restroom. This

it seem like he was mocking her childishness and uncontrolled

How could a man so ruthlessly

you think I deserve an explanation about this whole situation?” Renee asked, trying to

explain…” Stefan replied with a nonchalant shrug. “As you might have seen, H Group needed to weed out some bad seeds, so I

that’s it?” Renee stared at the man’s unfeeling expression, feeling like she was

smiled bitterly, “you didn’t actually get in danger because you tried to save me. Looks like all that guilt I shouldered was for nothing! It must have been hilarious to

a complex emotion in his eyes, “that you were really worried about me, that you were upset about my death? So, you not caring about me was a lie, wasn’t it? You haven’t