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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 858
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Chapter 858

Down in the crowd, Maja spotted the CEO of Ford Perfume CO.

She had an interest in Ford Perfume CO. because her teacher, Herbert, was buddles with the CEO. In the past, Maja

chatted with him a couple of times when she was on the phone with Herbert.

As expected, the CEO shot her a smile and nodded when she walked over.

“Penny, finally laid my eyes on you. Herbert can’t stop yapping about you, but this is our first face–to–face

meeting.”

Herbert was always showing off his photo with Maja like a proud peacock.

There’s no way the CEO of Ford Perfume CO. wouldn’t know who Maja was.

Maja smiled back and then said, “Bruce, this is Shawn. Our company just signed him. He’s the lead actor in ‘The

Storm‘, which premiered a few days ago.”

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After that, she signaled for Shawn to toast Bruce Dempsey.

Shawn quickly grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter, ready to make a toast.

“Mr. Dempsey, nice to meet you.”

Bruce knew what Maja was up to. He had to play along because of her connection with Herbert.

“Penny, if I drink this wine, I’d be walking right into your trap. How about this instead? You give me one of your

paintings someday, and I’ll let your new actor be our brand ambassador. Deal?”

Maja flashed a sweet smile, “Thank you, Bruce.”

Just as Bruce was about to say something, Alma’s voice echoed from the stage.

“Who’s up for a duet? Any violinists in the crowd?”

People raised their hands to liven up the atmosphere.

But Alma blatantly ignored the volunteers and turned her eyes on Maja!

“Ms. Pennyfeather! I’ve heard you’re quite the whiz on the violin. Would you do us the honour of joining me for a

performance?”

Maja didn’t expect Alma to call her out in front of everyone. With a mic in her hand and the spotlight on her, all

eyes were on Maja.

Thanks to her high–profile relationship with lan, most socialites knew her name.

But this was her first public appearance since her relationship was exposed.

Alma was grinning like a Cheshire cat on stage, “I heard your family had high hope for you since you were little. You

must love music, right?”

Down in the crowd, Mia Haskins was the first to respond. She was terrified of Maja, but she enjoyed seeing her

embarrassed.

—“Maja, go ahead! I heard you’re the best at playing the violin. You’re not going to chicken out, are you?”

Shawn was a bit anxious. Alma’s performance level was on par with those at Vienna’s concert halls. She was

obviously planning to embarrass Maja with a difficult piece.

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“Mr. Pennyfeather, let me go instead. I can at least scratch out a few notes on the violin.”

Maja shook her head, stopping him, as she heard the whispers around her.

“She’s not from a prominent family. She wouldn’t be lan’s wife if it weren’t for the Raymond family elders.”

“lan is interested in her probably because of her painting skills. Seemed like she’s not good at anything else.”

“She’s just talented in painting. That’s why lan is interested in her. She should avoid these events, and she seemed

too immature.”

A lot of people who had a crush on lan were hoping she would make a fool of herself.

Alma, standing on stage, looked even more smug, “If Ms. Pennyfeather can’t play an instrument, I’ll just pick

someone else. I won’t pick on you today. But you know, these parties often have performances. If you can’t do

anything, you’ll definitely be a laughing stock.”

The crowd erupted in laughter, and Alma looked triumphant.

Today, she was going to show Maja that even with the scandal, she was still a Casson.

And what did Maja have, apart from being lan’s darling?

Who would support hef now that lan was not around?

Moreover, lan was set to marry the little princess of the Sanders family. Maja was just an insignificant person.

At most, she was just a sidebar in their love story.