This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 1262 It’s Anya

The ladies were giving the girl in the wheelchair weird looks. Looks of disdain. Of scorn. To them, this woman was nothing but a gold digger wishing to marry into a rich family. Such women would gain nothing but contempt from them, not to mention the woman was someone who couldn’t even stand up on her own two feet. In most cases, they wouldn’t look down on those with disabilities.

However, their circle could be ableist when it came to marriage. They didn’t think this cripple was a worthy match for Toby. She was even worse than Sonia, for goodness’ sake. At least Sonia has fully functional limbs. But this woman has nothing, and she’s a cripple. She has no right to approach President Fuller. They’d rather see Toby marry Sonia than have this woman talk to him.

One of the ladies suddenly asked, “Does anyone have Sonia’s number? Call her right now. Tell her some wench is hitting on President Fuller.”

“We don’t have her number. Not like we’re friends with her.”

“Yeah. We should get a waiter to do this for us instead.”

“Alright. Get a waiter, then.”

A server came to them a while later. The ladies embellished the story and told him to tell Sonia about it. The server nodded and looked at Toby for a moment before he went to do his job.

of her dating Toby just became ardent supporters of her relationship with Toby just because of another woman hitting on him. They even went as far as to help her out, too. Yet, she had not the slightest

He closed his eyes and sipped on his wine, enjoying the moment of peace. However, the moment he heard the sound of a wheelchair,

open his eyes. He thought someone was just passing through. This wasn’t his turf, after all. Everyone made it look like it was, but that didn’t mean nobody could pass through his

if they passed through his vicinity. Since he thought the

wasn’t passing by. They were coming toward him. The sound of the wheelchair was getting louder, and he

more. Probably another lady trying to hit on

man in the city, he knew most women would want to date him.

trying to hook their daughter up with him. If their plan were to work, they would become one of the top families in the city. That was why a lot of aristocrats ignored his warning to try their luck. If it worked, they could get a lot of things. So, is this the Acree girl? But nobody told me she is wheelchair-bound. He opened his eyes to see who it was, only to be greeted by a familiar

for a moment, but then she quickly put on a gentle smile. “Fancy seeing you here,

undergone cosmetic surgery. It looked natural, but it didn’t change the fact she had gone through that surgery. She might have a great smile, but he still thought it looked fake. So, when she flashed him a smile, not only did he not find it attractive, but he also felt her smile was rather stiff, like a puppet.

it’s me.” She pushed her hair back, her smile broadening. The woman

from Westsanshire was invited. You didn’t come here coincidentally. You came

that the host wouldn’t dare to offend him. Even though they had only invited Seafield’s aristocrats, any other city’s aristocrats could just tell them they wanted to come, and they would be permitted to enter. Must be the case for this one as

family, so I must go around and get to know people. So, here I