Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Novel Full Episode
Chapter 886

Chapter 886

Maja wanted to snap back at him but suddenly remembered her promise to Beck.

She had taken Beck’s money, Shawn was already in a Hollywood crew, and here she was, having a pleasant chat

with lan.

She bowed her head, gripping the sheets tightly, feeling utterly shameless.

But she had to face the music, and she couldn’t compete with Beck’s sister.

She said, “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know him.”

lan, “You guys never had anything/going on, right?”

She replied, “That’s right.”

lan’s tone was cold, his gaze icy. He watched her, some emotion flickering in his eyes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he returned to his calm self.

He asked, “If I slept with you a few more times, would you forget about him?”

She replied, “No.”

lan’s hand hung naturally at his side, but at her response, his fingers–slightly withdrew. A faint smile played at his

lips, but his eyes held a cold undertone.

He said, “Really? Compared to him, I’m that beneath you, huh?”

Maja didn’t really want to continue this conversation, but she had to remember her promise to Beck.

She said, “Mr. Raymond, if you’re comparing yourself to him, you’re not even worth his nail clippings.”

lan suddenly kicked over a cabinet nearby, making a loud noise.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.

Maja didn’t meet his gaze, and she just bowed her head.

lan didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything.

He just stood there in silence for a long time until his calves began to feel numb and hurt.

After a while, he gave a cold laugh, turned around, and left as if he would never return.

The last time someone had criticized him like this was when his brother Eric was alive.

His mother Selena and his grandma Edith both said he wasn’t even worth one of Eric’s fingernails.

They would always say, “Your brother does everything better than you.”

“lan if you were born in any other family, you’d be a star. But tough luck, your brother’s just too good.”

“You get perfect scores because you’ve briefly mastered the test material. Your brother gets perfect scores

because that’s the only score possible. He’d get them all if there were a thousand points or ten thousand. But you

wouldn’t.”

Shortly after Eric’s death, everyone suspected that he had killed Eric out of jealousy.

Selena suspected him.

Edith suspected him.

People in Greenfield said he was capable of killing his own brother, so don’t mess with him. He’s a lunatic.

He had carried that label for many years, up until now.

lan’s biggest dream was not to be someone else’s comparison anymore.

He was just lan, not Eric’s brother.

Maja’s words stirred up some unpleasant memories, reminding him that he was once again being compared to

someone else

He wasn’t even worth a stranger’s fingernails? Was he really that bad?

Every cell in his body was seething, as if about to boil dry all the water in his body.

When he returned to the car, he took a cigarette and tried to light it.

But he was too worked up, and the lighter wouldn’t catch.

After a while, he broke the cigarette in half and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At dusk, he took a private plane to North America.

When he arrived, he was met by a dozen black cars, and the area had been cleared of people.

He got into the leading Bentley Mulsanne in the convoy and leaned back in the seat to rest.

When he arrived at a luxurious building, a woman with a

ha curvy figure came out to greet him personally.

She held a gorgeous vintage fan in her hand and strutted in a form–fitting long dress.

She said, “lan, it’s been a while since you last visited.”

lan handed his suit to the bodyguard behind him and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

He ignored the woman, but she naturally hooked her arm into his.

She asked, “What’s wrong? You seem upset.”

He withdrew his arm and, without hesitation, stepped into the building.