Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 7
What are you on about?”
lans tone was icy cold as he leaned back, From now on, stop sticking your nose in my business and introducing me to these
women
Ha buddies were all her clients, wasn’the sick of it?
Sure, some people in the circle had peculiar tastes, but he had been abstaining from such allars for years, hokling no interest in
the whatsoever Over the years, Ryan seemed to have picked up all sorts of werd habits Itwas about time for him to set

Cousin, are you really not going to come and meet her? I searched a long time below I thought she might be right for you.”
If lan truly wasn’t interested. Ryan still had a few vacant properties that needed designing. If you don’t want het keep her on my
side. I quite fancy het”
For some reason, lan straightened up
Tarrange for you to intern at the Raymond Group better than hanging around with these no good folks all day. Your mam already
mentioned this to me. Just show up for work tomorrow morning”
Ryan was taken aback, and before he could retort, lan had already hung up He looked at Maja with frustration, and she could
probably guess that she had been rejected
She consoled him. Mr. Elston, no need to fret Maybe Mr. Raymond has another preferred plan. After all the villa is for his favorite
person, its only right to be cautious.” Ryan sighed. That’s impossible hes still looking”
Maja kept her composure, Business also requires the night timing and connections. Perhaps I just don’t have that with Mr
Raymand.”
“In that case, I’ll ask him in person later if he really doesn’t need you, could you design those properties for me? I really like your
style.
Maja smiled and extended her hand, Aright, thanks for your appreciation.”

Ryan answered another call then apologized with a smike, “Sorry, I have to head back tonight. Leave me your numbet and liget
in touch another day.
Without hesitation, Maja handed over her number. After Ryan saved it, he rose and left the private room.
In a blink of an eye only Maja and Maxwell were left. This was Maxwells second round of drinks for the night, he was slightly
drunk and dropped his guard. Let me call you adver”
Maja knew he had pushed himself to this point just to negotiate this deal for her; it was only right to show her appreciation.
Besides, she loved working at Maxwells studio That’s kind of you, Maja
After relieving his burden, Maxwell’s drunkenness hit him in full force.
It’s not that Maja didn’t want to take Maxwell home, but he had been married for a year and his wife was very jealous. To avoid
unnecessary trouble, a diver was a safer bet
She helped him to his feet, and they headed to the elevator on the other side of the corridor, which was closer to the exil
Maxwell was drunk and mumbling a few words.
1 told you I’s not what you think you’re tiring me out.”
“Can’t I have a little privacy?”
He seemed to be arguing with his wife even in his dreams. Maja was struggling to support him while maintaining a polite
distance
Maxwell stumbled as the elevator doors opened, nearly falling oul
Majaquickly pulled him back, and a slender hand stretched out from inside the elevator b stop thechsing doors.
Following the hand, she found herself looking straight into larf’s face. Her thankyou” got stuck in her throat.
The guy she hardly saw once in three years, was now all she kept bumping into since yesterday? Was this fate or simply a
coincidence?
lan’s gaze lingered on her and Maxwell for a moment before he withdrew it “Which floor?”

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of indifference on his face, yet his features were devoid of any emotion.
Maja quickly caught the hint of sarcasm and contempt in his eyes. The atmosphere lumed awkward, and she helped Maxwell
into the elevator, her tone polie and distant First food thank you.”
Maxwell chose this moment to blurt out some nonsense.
Money, money, money. Do you even have any feelings for me?
Maja had heard from her colleagues at the studio that Maxwell’s wife was a big spender. Maxwell was ambdious and had built a
decent studio, but he didn’t keep a penny of his earnings, all of which went to his wife.
The atmosphere seemed to get colder. Maja shivered as she heard lan’s sarcastic remark
A client?”
Maja felt embarrassed but couldn’t admit that Maxwell was her boss at the studio. Ian was already displeased with her. If he
found out that the studio boss was drunk in such a place he would probably blacklist them immediately. She could only nod in
agreement
“Mm, Mr. Raymond, what a coincidence.”