Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)

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The person with a hoarse voice kicked Bob, then lifted a bottle to his temple. "You damn idiot, are you trying to deceive Harry? Mrs. Frost? Bullshit! Mr. Frost is out buying tampons for his new lover, and you think he'd still be willing to pay off debts for an ex-wife's uncle?"

Bob was caught off guard, falling awkwardly to the ground, then scrambling to the front of the leader." Harry, Harry! I swear I wouldn't dare deceive you. She really is Mrs. Frost. When you guys went to the hospital that day, didn't you see my wife in the VIP ward? If Ryan didn't care about her, could my wife stay in the VIP ward at St. Heart Hospital?"

I glared fiercely at him. "Bob! You're ungrateful. If it weren't for my aunt, would I have gone to beg Ryan for that ward? And now you're using this against me?!"

Ignoring my words, Bob clung to Harry's thigh. "Harry, besides, Ryan would still at least leave her with something. Even if she divorces Ryan, do you think Ryan won't give her any money? This 2 million, it's nothing to her!"

2 million.

I couldn't believe how much Bob dared to owe.

I was infuriated. "Do you have no shame? I didn't get a penny from the divorce settlement, not one!"

"Charlotte... Bob came rushing over again, smiling obsequiously. "Help me out for your aunt's sake, just 2 million. Help me pay it off, and I'll take good care of your aunt in the future."

"No way," I flatly refused.

Moreover, my aunt was about to divorce him, and yet he spoke shamelessly.

Bob immediately began wailing. "You heartless little girl, have you forgotten who raised you when you were young? If it weren't for me, you would've died long ago! Now that I'm in dire straits, can't, ou help me?!"

Harry set down his glass, lit a cigarette, raised his hand, and hoarse Voice pulled Bob aside.

Harry, in his crocodile-skin shoes, walked over and stopped in front of me, looking down. "Ms. Wilson, right? I won't give you a hard time either. Pay up, and we're done. Otherwise, your uncle won't be able to keep his hands today."

"You might as well chop them off, both of them, so he can't gamble anymore!" I said angrily.

Domestic violence, adultery, gambling, drug use.

Anyone involved in even one deserved punishment, let alone just losing both arms.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue, lifted his foot to press on my wrist, exerting force. "I didn't expect you, a little girl, to be so stubborn."

"Anyway, I don't have any money, so don't even think about it!"

1 endured the pain as my wrist rubbed against the cement floor under his hard leather shoe.

"Fine, let's see how long you, raised so delicately by Ryan, can hold out," he said menacingly, shifting his

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foot towards my face.

At that moment, memories from my childhood flooded back, intensely overlapping.

I instantly felt a chilling fear grip my heart. Just as he was about to step down, dozens of luxury cars suddenly sped towards us, screeching to a halt at the entrance, kicking up dust! The lead car's license plate had five eights.

In Jelaston, only a few families could afford a matching set of these license plates. You could count them on one hand,

Harry's face changed drastically. He glared fiercely at the person with the hoarse voice. "Didn't you say she and Ryan are divorced? Who would go through so much trouble for an ex-wife?"

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