Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Fate “What’s there to talk about?” Abner’s tone was icy cold as he leaned back against the chair. “Don’t introduce those women to me anymore.” A woman who might have slept with his cousin? Did Payne not find it disgusting? Abner felt a sense of repulsion. While such preferences existed in their circle, he had abstained from such affairs for many years and had no interest in them. Payne seemed to have picked up some weird habits during his time away, and it was about time to rein him in. “Abner, don’t you want to meet her? I looked for her for a while and thought she’d be perfect for you.” If Abner wasn’t interested, Payne still had a few vacant properties he could offer her. “If you don’t want her, I’ll keep her. I quite like her.” Unexpectedly, Abner sat up straighter. “I’ll arrange for you to intern at the Robinson Group. Just stop hanging around all day. Your mom has already spoken to me. Just come to work tomorrow morning.” Before Payne could reply, the call ended abruptly. He looked at Damara with frustration, and she could tell she had been rejected. Chapter 7 Fate 40 Vouchers

Trying to console him, she said, “Mr. Payne, don’t worry. Perhaps Mr. Robinson has other preferences. After all, that villa is for someone he truly loves. It’s only right to be cautious.” Payne sighed, “That’s impossible. He’s still looking.” Damara remained composed, “In business, fate plays a role too. Maybe I’m just not meant for his project.” “Well, I’ll talk to him. I’ll let you design for my properties if he doesn’t need your design. I appreciate your style.”

Damara smiled and extended her hand, “Thank you, Mr. Payne, for your appreciation.” Payne received another call and apologized with a smile, “Tonight, it’s on me. I have to go back now. Please give me your number. I’ll contact you another day.” Damara didn’t hesitate to give him her number. Payne saved it and then left the private room. Now, only Damara and Roman were still in the room. Roman had already attended two events tonight and drunk quite a bit. Now that they were alone, he dropped the pretense. “Let me call a designated driver for you. Knowing he had been holding on to secure the deal for her, she appreciated his efforts, especially since she felt pretty good at Roman’s studio. “That would be great. Thanks, Damara.” Roman said, letting his guard down. It wasn’t that Damara didn’t want to drive Roman home, but he had 23.17% 12:39 Chapter 7 Fate 40 iVouchers gotten married a year ago, and his wife was quite jealous. To avoid unnecessary trouble, a designated driver was the safer option. With Damara’s help, they left the private room and walked along the corridor to the other side, where the elevators were. It was closer to the exit. Roman was mumbling something in his drunken state. “It’s not what you think. You’re making it so hard for me.” “Can you give me a little privacy?” Damara figured he was probably dreaming of arguing with his wife. Trying to maintain a safe distance, she found it a bit challenging to support him. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, Roman sta gg ered, and as the elevator doors opened, he almost hit the door. Damara quickly caught him, and just as the doors were about to close, a fair, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out, stopping the gates from closing. Looking up, Damara met Abner’s face. The two words “thank you” got stuck in her throat. How could she keep running into someone she hadn’t seen in three years? Since yesterday, they seemed to cross paths everywhere. Was this fate or just a coincidence? Abner’s gaze shifted between Damara and Roman before retracting, “Which floor?” He appeared less indifferent than before, with two silver buttons on his shirt collar undid, but his expression remained calm and composed. Chapter 7 Fate 40 Vouchers Damara keenly caught a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his eyes. The atmosphere was a bit weird. She assisted Roman inside while maintaining a polite yet distant tone. “First floor, thank you.” Just then, Roman started babbling again. “Money, money, it’s always about money. Do you have any feelings for me at all?” Damara had heard from her colleagues at the studio that Roman’s wife had extravagant spending habits. Although Roman was hardworking and the studio he started thrived, h he didn’t keep any money for himself and gave it all to his wife. A chilly breeze seemed to sweep by Damara, sending shivers down her spine. She felt awkward and heard Abner’s faint sneer. “Your client?” Damara felt embarrassed but couldn’t admit that Roman was her boss. Abner was already dissatisfied with her, and if he knew that her boss was getting drunk in a place like this, he might blacklist both of them and never hire them again. So she just nodded. “Yeah, Mr. Robinson, what a coincidence!”