My ex-husband is seeking a second chance

Mary’s already troubled mod sank like a stone as Pearls

a stone as Pearls words hit him square in the gut

She dared to ask what role he played in her life,

Gritting his teeth, his forehead pulsating with restrained anger, it took him a moment to regain his composure. “I’m curious too, Pearl. What exactly am I to you!”

Hearing the business and sorrow in his voice, all three of her brothers exchanged stunned glances.

Did he look like the one who had been cast aside

to visit you? Why

Pearl let out a derisive chuckle, her voice dripping with scorn. “Well, who else but the ex–husband? Isn’t your sweetheart coming to visit don’t you enjoy her company and quit bothering me! You looking to wrangle up a pair of tumbleweeds, don’t you?”

With those words, all three of her brothers glared at Marc. Did this guy have that kind of preference?

Mr. Males‘ reputation book a blow, and his face darkened instantly.

His chest churned with anger, yet he found no release. He wondered if her taunting was driven by jealousy, maybe because she still cared. These conflicting emotions clashed within him, gradually diffusing his fury.

“I didn’t expect Clarissa to appear, Marc explained to Pearl. Tve said my piece to her. She won’t be disrupting our lives anymore…

Before he could finish, Pearl raised her arm and made an “X” gestare.

“It’s you, and it’s me, but there’s no us, Pearl retorted with an icy tone, her eyes locked onto Marc’s, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “You made a lifelong you to her. Is it right to backtrack like this! You two are a fine match–one with a hide thicker than a buffalo’s and the other without a lick of shume. Stick together and spare the world from your pandemonium:

Marc’s face darkened like a thundercloud about to burst “Pearl”

He took a step forward, but Quentin blocked his path. “Keep your distance from Pearl. Did you call for Pearl, too?”

Ignoring the question, Marc, his face an unreadable mask. He moved ahead, seemingly heedless of the brewing conflict, until he collided with Quentin. A brawl appeared imminent, but Pearl intervened just in time. She jumped onto Quentin’s back, whispering, Remember your promise. Don’t lay a finger on him”

Quentin instinctively held his sister steady, worried she might fall. He cocked his head and grumbled, “Marc is asking for trouble with that attitude. Can’t I teach him a lesson?

“No you can’t

Even though Pearl had been drinking, and her wits were somewhat clouded, she remained steadfast. Tm exhausted. Please take me back. I don’t want to lay eyes on this man”

Quentin was simmering with the desire to give Mare a good beating, but he’d made a promise to Pearl, and when it came to Pearl, he kept his word. He wasn’t afraid of anyone che, but Pearl had strong principles. If he laid a hand on Mare without thinking he’d probably have to answer for it when Pearl sobered up

The three brothers paid no mind to Mare They held Pearl’s unsteady hand and exited the private room. Mare watched their retreating figures, his eyes shrouded in a thick, Impenetrable fog concealing an abyss of emotions.

Naturally, he couldn’t let Pearl wander off with those other men. He clenched his jaw and trailed behind them.

Pearl, in her drunken state, couldn’t walk a straight line. Her steps were all over the place, like a drunk dance, swaying from side to side, on the verge of toppling over

Henry, quick on the draw, caught 1 her and sighed sofily. “Pearl, don’t push yourself. Come on, hop on my back.”

Just as he bent down to let Pearl climb onto his back, a formidable group of people approached, led by a few round businessmen. A cheerful woman trailed behind them Henry involuntarily raised his head, and their eyes locked in an instant,

Henry’s body stiffened, and Donna’s steps abruptly hated when she spotted Pearl behind him. Her p He was back! And he was with Pearl!

“Miss Donna, what’s going on?”

gaze turned icy.

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The businessman next to her asked with concern. Donna forced a strained smile and replied curtly, “Nothing. She quickly caught up with the group, her gaze never returning to Henry.

Among the business people, one face stood out – Paul, the CEO of Starfield Media. Donna was an actress in his company.

Paul couldn’t seal the deal with the Males Group, and Pearl remained elusive. So, he had to explore partnerships with other outfits, even bringing their leading lady along to charm potential collaborators. He was plastering on a fake smile when he happened to lay eyes on Marc and Pearl. His face sagged with disappointment. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But Mare paid little attention to the surrounding crowd. His entire focus zeroed in on Pearl.

Watching Pearl on the verge of leaning onto Henry’s back, he reached his breaking point. He closed the distance with brisk and purposeful strides, seizing Pearl’s hand. In one fluid motion, he bent slightly and swung her onto his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s going on? Put her down!” Quentin barked, his eyes wide with anger.

However, Marc continued to disregard them, carrying Pearl toward the exit. Quentin was just about to catch up when Hubert stepped in. “Enough, don’t bother chasing after them. If he wants to take her, let him. Can’t you see they’re having a spat? Maybe he can mend fences, and Pearl might

even come around”

“Are we just going to stand by and let him whisk Pearl away? What if he tries to pull a fast one? Or worse, mistreats her!” Quentin was unrelenting. hot on their heels with a burning determination.

Hubert shook his head in resignation. “He thought to himself that they had been through divorce before. If Marc wanted to take advantage of Pearl,

he would’ve done so.

Besides, they were both attractive folks. Nobody was getting the short end of the stick. Who’s to say who’s getting the better deal?

Meanwhile, Henry gradually straightened up. He watched as Donna approached, step by step, her gaze locked ahead as if she had never known

him.

It wasn’t until they entered the private room, closed the door, and vanished from sight that she completely ignored him.

Hubert reached out and waved a hand in front of Henry’s eyes. “Henry, what are you gawking at? That lovely lady earlier is Donna, a well–known actress in the same industry. Don’t you recognize her?”

“I know her quite well, Henry replied with a hint of significance. Then, snapping back to the present, he asked Hubert, “Do you happen to know who the man standing beside Mr. Mosley from Starfield Media was!”

“Not too familiar,” Hubert responded, noticing Henry’s been interest. “Il have someone look into it.

Henry nodded, still casting a wary glance back before finally heading off.

As they reached the entrance of Zest Club, they spotted Quentin, visibly frustrated and stomping his feet.

“What happened? Couldn’t catch up

Quentin, his small braid disheveled, was livid. He vented, “Mr. Males is as slippery as an eel. He summoned so many cars that the place was flooded

I have no clue which car he took off with Pearl

Right then, Mare’s car had vanished into the darkened streets, blending into the obscurity of the night.

Pearl had been carried by him throughout, and now her stomach was in turmoil. As soon retched toward Marc. “Ugh-

n as the car lurched into motion, she couldn’t hold back and

Marc was left speechless.