Chapter 315
Chapter 315 He Was Inexplicably Like a Doormat
“What? What do you think I’m going to do?”
Donahueiel raised his eyebrows and stared in anger, and the veins on his
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forehead bulged, “J, what do you think of me as you call me when you
want me?”
The two were so close that they could almost feel each other’s breath, which
was entangled and illusive.
This indescribably ambiguous feeling made J irritated.
She raised her head, looked at Donahueiel coldly, and said with a sneer, “of
course my ex–husband.”
She stared closely into his eyes, “apart from this, Mr. Webster has no other
identity in front of me!”
“So Mr. Webster doesn’t have to worry that I’ll ruin your reputation and came
here to check if I’m hanging out with other men.”
Donahueiel was stunned, with an indescribable pain surging from the bottom
of his heart.
Yeah, they were divorced…
What was he doing?
Taking advantage of his daze, J lifted Donahueiel’s arm propped against
the wall, and kicked hard at the crook of his knee.
The force of this kick was so great that Donahueiel couldn’t stand still for a
while. After hearing a muffled plop, he knelt down with one knee facing the
wall.
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Donahueiel looked up at her. In addition to anger, there was more
consternation in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected J to attack him at all.
Donahueiel was angry, but J was even more angry than him.
She had already found out that Anastasia instigated Ivy’s job–hopping, which
was to make Peaceral Jewelry’s jewelry show on Valentine’s Day w. What
a good trick to pull the rug from under her!
It was Donahueiel who wanted to buy Peaceral Jewelry, and his first lover
was the mastermind behind who instigated Ivy’s job–hopping.
Old and new grudges were stacked together. She would definitely get them
back in the future!
“Donahueiel, you’d better be honest in private, or if you annoy me, I’ll make
everything you’ve done recently useless.”
The girl’s low and threatening words were tinged with ruthlessness, and she
walked away after speaking, whose back was neat and unrestrained.
Alfred, who came up with Donahueiel, was standing near the elevator, and he
had a clear look at what happened here when he turned his head.
He stood dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
Was, was this still Mrs. Webster?
Was he dreaming? How could Mrs. Webster be willing to beat Mr. Webster
one day?
Alfred saw J came up, and greeted her with a smile. J didn’t even
look at him, and pushed the elevator down.
Alfred stretched out his hand and pinched his arm vigorously.
Get
“Hiss!”
It was really not a dream!
Mrs. Webster kicked Mr. Webster!
Alfred was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurried forward to
help his boss. Seeing that Donahueiel’s face turned blue, he hurriedly said, “Mr. Webster, you, are you
okay? I’ll take you to the hospital!”
Donahueiel looked at J’s back with dark eyes, took a deep breath, “no
need.”
The man brushed the dust off his knees, straightened his back and stood up.
His usual indifference andposure had returned to his face, but his voice
was a little hoarse.
Alfred didn’t dare to say much, followed Donahueiel cautiously, and trotted
outside to open the car door for Donahueiel. He was eagerly prepared along
the way, for fear that Donahueiel would not be able to suppress his temper
and vent it on him.
When the car started, Alfred saw J’s back. She was sitting in the driver’s
seat, with a
pair of big sunsses hanging on the bridge of her nose. Her slightly curly long hair, and her delicate a
nd full red lips, whichplemented her so morous that people can’t take their eyes off her.
Looking at the darkplexion of his boss through the rearview mirror, he
felt a little bit of a doormat for no reason.
Alfred was divided and had unspoken criticism again.
Mrs. Webster had really changed a lot from before. In his opinion, she
no longer cared about Mr. Webster…
But Mr. Webster…
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Why did he always feel that since the divorce, the worse Mr. Webster was
mistreated by Mrs. Webster, the more he cared about Mrs. Webster?
Donahueiel watched with heavy eyes as J’s car flicked away beautifully.
What he experienced today was like a big rock, suddenly smashed into his
heart.
His thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a terrifying light in his deep
eyes.
J drove away from the Hot Spring Hotel Club not far away when her cell
phone rang.
She nced at the screen and put on her earphones to answer.
“Ms. Longfellow, I found out what you asked me to check.“.
Marco’s formic voice sounded on the phone, “today’s filming at the Lucky Star Hot Spring Hotel Club
is for the limited–edition girl group Fly Young under Multiple Star. The girl
you specifically mentioned is one of the
members, and her name is Doris.”
“I have sent the detailed information to your mailbox.”
J drove the car on the mountain road, replied with an indifferent expression, and then ordered, “fin
d out what happened at the Lucky Star Hot Spring Hotel Club today, and pry open the mouths of
Ivy and Ainsley.”
Marco responded, and asked hesitantly, “Ms. Longfellow, could it be… the people from Conrad’s side di
d it?”
The arc of J’s mouth was ridiculed to the extreme, “Conrad?”
“Oh! That’s a pug with his teeth pulled out, and he can’t track down my
whereabouts.”
Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, J said, “It’s still useful for me
to keep them. If my three brothers ask you to do something,e back to
me first.”
“Yes.”
J slowed down and got off the winding mountain road. Her eyes hidden
under the sunsses became sharper.
Conrad Doherty…
“Om-”
She looked down with a momentary nkness.