The Untouchable Ex-Wife

The atmosphere in the great hall tensed up immediately. There was even a sense that blades would be drawn at any second.

Ever since Stefan faked his death and Jovan colluded with his cronies in an attempt to seize power in H Group, the Hunt family was divided into two warring factions. The first took Alexander Hunt’s side, while the second took Arthur Hunt’s side—and from then on, the two cousins then became adversaries.

Alexander had a forthright personality, so when he saw Arthur approaching from a distance, he immediately glowered and blurted, “Hmph! I can’t believe you have the gall to step into this house! If I’m not mistaken, I don’t think my father ever invited you and your wife here today!”

“Come on, Alexander! Why are you treating me like I’m a stranger?”

Arthur, cunning as an old fox, wore a wide phony grin on his face as he walked up to Alexander and put his hand on his cousin’s shoulder in a fake brotherly gesture.

“How could I not be here when it’s such a happy occasion for the Hunt family?” he asked. “I’m your cousin, after all! Anyway, the more, the merrier, right? I must raise a toast to you today!”

designer handbag. As soon as she stepped through the door, she jeered, “Say, you two are indeed lucky, Alexander and Francine! You managed to get a daughter-in-law, a grandson, and a granddaughter in one fell swoop! I do envy you! Arthur and I can

still paled in every aspect when compared to Francine. Before she married Arthur, she always regarded Francine as her imaginary

a comparison, whether it was herself against Francine, her husband against Francine’s husband, or her son against Francine’s son, she always came up short. She finally won, albeit barely, when she compared their daughters-in-law,

her breath and gathered her strength. She would finally put Francine

seemed to have no shame at all as they proceeded to calmly and respectfully offer old Mr. Hunt a cup of tea even though they were accosted by cold glares

told them in a lukewarm voice after taking a sip of

and his cunning son? They almost took over the entire company! If I were you, I would’ve booted them from the Hunt family a long time ago—yet you still drank

You’re my own younger brother! How could

dead. H Group was thrown into chaos, and Jovan stepped in at the most crucial hour, leading the