Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

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
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? 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