The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife

Chapter 92



Chapter 92
Gavin kept pestering Roxanne frantically. She was starting to worry. She said, “It doesn’t matter if he loves me or not. I love him
and that’s enough.
“Gavin, if you really love me, stop harassing me! You can’t give me what I want!”
At the other end of the line, Gavin was in a state of deep despair. He begged Roxanne with dissatisfaction. “Roxy, marriage is a
lifetime of happiness!” he said. “Don’t joke about your own happiness...”
Without waiting for Gavin to finish talking, Roxanne interrupted him impatiently. She said, “My happiness is marrying
Bruce!
“And I love Bruce too. I’m just fooling around with you! How dare you push your luck and want me to marry you?”
“I...”
“Don’t call me again,” Roxanne said. “If you dare to ruin my happiness, I won’t forgive you for the rest of my life!”
Bang!
As soon as Roxanne uttered those remarks angrily, she ended the call.
Outside the room, Ingrid had been eavesdropping on her daughter’s phone call. Although the soundproofing of the room was
good, she could vaguely hear that something was wrong.
Instantly, Ingrid was stunned.
The thing she was worried about had finally happened.
“It’s true that Roxanne is involved with that poor boy!” Ingrid thought. “Judging from the tone of her voice, it seems that they have
gotten involved with each other for quite some time.”
After the call, Roxanne opened the door feeling distressed and ready to go downstairs.
“Mom, why are you standing outside my room?” Roxanne asked.

Ingrid’s face turned red with anger. She looked at Roxanne resentfully and said, “Roxy, who were you on the phone with just
now?”
Roxanne’s eyes flickered. She stammered, “No, no one!”
“Are you still in touch with that poor guy who visited you at the hospital last time?” Ingrid said.
“What are you talking about?” Roxanne said. “No, I don’t!” Upon replying, Roxanne wanted to go downstairs.
Ingrid was flustered and exasperated. She followed behind Roxanne and said, “Hurry up and tell me the truth. Did you get
involved with that poor guy?”
“No, I didn’t,” Roxanne said. She kept denying it.
If Ingrid were to find out about Gavin, she would probably be infuriated.
“I’ve been through this before,” Ingrid said. “Let me give you a piece of advice. Don’t provoke these poor people. Once you
provoke them, they’ll be like sticky candy that’s hard to get rid of.”
Roxanne did not want to listen to Ingrid nagging anymore. She shouted impatiently, “I told you! I don’t keep in touch with him!”
“What kind of attitude is that?” Ingrid said. “How can you talk to your mother like that?” Ingrid glared at Roxanne, getting
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even angrier.
Ingrid continued, “I’m just worried that you’ll be at a disadvantage. Look at the situation you’re in with Bruce. Whether or not you
can successfully marry into the Everett family is still a question mark.
“If you continue to cause this kind of trouble, do you know the consequences if Mr. Everett finds out?”
Roxanne was feeling down. She said irritably. “Mom, stop talking. Can you let me have some peace for a while? If I can’t marry
into the Everett family, then I won’t get married!”
When Ingrid heard this, she got even angrier. She said, “What are you talking about?

“If you don’t marry into the Everett family, our family will become the laughing stock of Greyport! Even if you die, you have to die
as a member of the Everett family!
“Give me that poor guy’s phone number. I’ll call him! No matter what, I can’t let this poor guy ruin your happiness!”
Roxanne stomped her feet in frustration. “Mom, I’ll handle my own matters,” she said. “Don’t interfere anymore!”
“Can I not interfere?” Ingrid said. “Look how terrible things have become now!”
The two of them were arguing.
Shaun walked out of the bedroom.
“What are you two arguing about in the middle of the night?” Shaun asked.
Ingrid and Roxanne paused. They quickly relaxed their facial expressions.
“Nothing, Hubby,” Ingrid said. “It’s so late. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
Shaun frowned as he looked at Ingrid and Roxanne. “I was about to sleep when I heard you two arguing, so I walked out of the
room to take a look,” he said.
“It’s nothing.” Ingrid said. “Go to sleep quickly.”
“It’s not that I want to criticize you, but don’t interfere in the affairs of young people,” Shaun said.
“Got it, got it,” Ingrid said. “Hurry up and sleep!”
Roxanne ran back to her room and slammed the door shut.
Ingrid tried her best to suppress her anger and pushed Shaun back to the bedroom.
For the past two days, she had been even more distressed.
Her two “cousins” had been calling her frantically. Each of them wanted to extort 2 million dollars from her as hush money.
Even though Ingrid could afford to pay 4 million dollars, she could not bear to give them the money as she thought about it. If she
were to give it to them so easily this time around, they would become even more greedy in the future.

But if she did not give it to them, these two “cousins” would threaten her to expose their relationship with her.
If Shaun were to find out about her abnormal relationship with her cousins that had been going on for so many years, he might
beat her to death!
Because she had learned her lesson, she was especially afraid that her daughter would follow in her footsteps.
She said, “No, I can’t let Roxy jump into the fire pit!
This poor guy must be dealt with as soon as possible!“
Ingrid lay on the bed. She was not in the mood to sleep.
After thinking for a while, she made up her mind. A fierce glint appeared in her eyes.
She thought, “If there really isn’t any other way, I’ll find someone to get rid of the poor guy.
“No matter what, I can’t let such a potential danger stay by Roxy’s side!”
“Honey, are you still awake?” Shaun asked.
“Yes,” Ingrid said. “I’m going to sleep.”
Shaun thought that Ingrid was worried about Roxanne and Bruce. He could not help but give Ingrid a piece of advice. He said,
“Don’t think too much about it. They’re already engaged.
“I don’t think the Everett family will refuse to recognize it...”


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