The Untouchable Ex-Wife

When Renee heard that, she immediately stopped her rampage. She snatched Jovan’s umbrella from him, lifted her chin, and stood straight.

Even if she was sad, she would only be sad in secret. She would never let the scumbag see her sad…

She posed for a few minutes but did not see anyone or any car coming over. She asked with a confused expression, “Where’s the scumbag?”

“Pffthahaha!”

Jovan burst into laughter. “My good sister-in-law, you’re the cutest and proudest woman I’ve ever met…”

“? ? ?”

“You can stop posing now. I was just bluffing. He must be sitting in a warm presidential suite right now, drinking coffee and getting intimate with Seraphina. There’s no way he would be out here in the heavy rain.”

“You bastard! How dare you prank me!”

mad that she grabbed Jovan and beat him up. “Are all the men in the Hunt family sick in the head? Why do

was angry, Jovan ended up getting beaten like a human sandbag. What’s worse, he was a human

flat on the ground and

me mercy just because

Renee’s spine. She immediately lost the desire to

like a deflated ball. The red umbrella sat upside down next to her like a

*Sob sob*

hugged her legs

she could have asked for. It covered up the sound of

beating. Let’s go back to the car. If

finally behaved seriously. He picked up the umbrella and held it above Renee’s

scene was strangely aesthetic. You would usually only see something like this in a

french window in one of the presidential suites of the hotel, watching

was so painful. Jealousy washed over him, almost causing him to lose