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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Chapter 1303

Zoey crouched in the back seat of her car heart thumping like a drum in a rock concert. With the space cramped,

there was nowhere to hide

In a swift motion, she yanked the curtains closed on both windows, making sure no prying eyes could peer inside

As long as she wasn’t caught red–handed, she thought she’d be fine

But her hasty actions might as well have been a neon sign flashing “Occupied to the small mob outside

“Look! I told you, that shameless hussy is definitely in therei

“Drag her out! I want to see which little visen has the nerve to mess around”

“Get out here! Don’t make me come in there after you! If you’ve got the guts to do it then face the music!”

Zoey sat silently hoping against hope that the group would disperse soon. But the ringleader, a woman with the

persistence of a bulldog wasn’t abo for her bodyguard

“Get my brother’s chauffeur bring me the keys I want to see the face of this home wrecker

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Zoey’s pupils shrank with fear Could it be that man’s sister? She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed his

number, but he didn’t answer. He rarely did espe

waring her not to contact him out of the blue

But this was an emergency

After several attempts and hang–ups he finally answered, his voice darker than a storm cloud

“What do you want?

“Your sisters trying to break into the car What should I do?”

She expected him to call off his sister but he just scoffed

“Scared of being found out? You do know tonight is our family’s gala, right?”

Zoey hadn’t known How could she? She was out of the loop on his life’s details

She fell silent as the girls outside continued to plot her humiliation, anticipating the moment they could drag her out

and slap her senseless

With a heavy heart she begged “Can you please call her off? I’m begging you

But his next words slapped her like a physical blow

“How much do you think your begging is worth? Three hundred thousand?”

Three hundred thousand was the price Zoey had paid for her dignity, and he used it to needle her without mercy

She hung up without another word, mocking herself for even considering reaching out to him it would have been

more sensible to ask a stray dog for help

The man was surprised when she dared to hang up on him. But inside the car, Zoey resigned herself to her fate.

Just earlier that day, she had been humiliated and slapped at the company’s top floor, her cheek still faintly swollen

He had ignored her entirely showing zero interest in her life. And now, the footsteps outside came closer, a

sycophantic lackey handing over the keys to the girl in charge.

Zoey held onto a sirver of hope that he would come to her rescue at the last minute

No miracle occurred. The door swung open

“You little tramp How dare you seduce my brother Drag her out I’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget

The other girls, green with envy, joined in Who wouldn’t want a night with the most eligible bachelor in Greenfield?

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Yet, for years, he had shown no interest in any women Now, an outsider seemed to have stolen the prize

turned into a frenzied mob as they reached for Zoey She knew that any resistance would only fuel their fury So she

let them drag her out without a fight.

Slaps and hair pulling ensued “You think you’re something special? What gives you the right to lure men in?”

Pull her hair back ❘ want to see

As they went for her face. Zoey instinctively wanted to shield herself but then another slap came her way. The

crowd was so thick she couldn’t even tell who it.

Blood tnckied from her lip as she finally saw the leader of the pack, her phone out, recording the ordeal

Bending down the girl slapped Zoey twice more Let me tell you if i catch you near my brother again, I’ll make you

regret it!”

Still not satisfied she landed a brutal kick to Zoey’s stomach

Zoey couldn’t help but laugh butterly it was nearly four in the morning and these high–society ladies seemed to

thrive in the witching hout, their taxish manuoria abraze wit light

This was the world of the wealthy the city that never sleeps