Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Novel Full Episode
Chapter 890

Chapter 890

Nydia chuckled softly, shaking her head.

“Young folks always think they know best. You’ll see, she said.

lan strolled into the nearby cloakroom, emerging in a sleek suit.

Only then did Nydia realize that lan had grown up. The awkward boy from the past was long gone.

He was tall and muscular. She remembered his first debut in the fighting ring, almost getting mauled to death by

the beast he was pitted against.

Barely holding it together, he had gouged out the animal’s eyes.

Ever since then, whenever he appeared with his mask, he was never a sight for sore eyes.

Everyone knew Barlow, but nobody knew the pitiful boy behind the mask before Barlow.

Nydia sighed.

“Alright, I won’t do that again. But listen to an old hand here, be careful, she advised.

lan buttoned his cufflinks, his image returning to its usual elegance and aloofness, a stark contrast to his brutal

persona in the ring. It was like he was two different people.

“She’s great, except for the part where she dislikes me,” he said.

They also had quite the chemistry in bed, especially her legs, so long and shapely, they were quite the eye candy.

Her waist was so slim he could wrap his hands around it.

“Nydia, I need to head back, he told Nydia.

“So soon?” Nydia was surprised. Wasn’t he planning to spend the night?

lan had flown in just to expend his energy in the fight. Now that he had cooled off, he didn’t seem to want to stick

around.

As he left, Nydia told him, “Next time you come, bring herjalong.”

Jan paused, his tone indifferent. “Even if I have to drag her here, she’ll have no choice but to like me,” he said.

She had said he wasn’t even a patch on that other guy.

He’d like to see what kind of man she was into.

Maja called Jeff, but he was tied up and asked her to pick up Coco another day.

With no choice, Maja headed back to her office.

But the moment she stepped into the lobby, she spotted Darlene.

Darlene was dressed to the nines in luxury brands, even toting a $50,000 Hermes bag.

She had been floored when lan had handed her a million–dollar cheque last time at Greenfield Gardens. She never

knew the rich lived so lavishly, throwing around sums that could buy a house.

She was desperate to impress lan, to attract him, to please him.

But lan wasn’t here these past few days, not even answering her calls.

So, Darlene had come to flaunt her wealth and status to Maja.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, fancy meeting you here,” Darlene greeted, taking off her oversized glasses.

She had gotten a haircut, her hairstyle now identical to Maja’s.

With her features already somewhat resembling Maja’s and her makeup now enhancing the likeness, the

resemblance was uncanny.

Feeling affronted by Darlene, Maja frowned and ignored her.

But Darlene was all high and mighty, chest puffed out.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, I came here today to ask when the audition notice will be sent out. I mentioned to lan before

that I wanted to play the secondary female role in this show, and he agreed. Jeff should have discussed this with

you, right?”

Jeff had indeed brought it up with Maja, but she had said no.

The roles have already been cast, and we’re not adding anyone else. Sorry, you can leave now,” she told Darlene.

Darlene rolled her eyes. “So you’re saying you disagree with lan’s decision. Someone once said that you and lan

used to be an item. Did he dump you, and now you’re letting your personal feelings affect your work? Was it really

appropriate to let personal matters interfere with business? He’d be willing to pour a ton of money into your show

just to secure me a role. You’re passing up a golden opportunity to score a huge sum just because you’re upset. Not

the smartest move, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

As she spoke, Darlene was giving Maja the once–over.

Truth be told, she was green with envy over Maja’s looks, especially when she was in a dress, radiating pure allure.

Hatred flashed in her eyes. Being eliminated by Maja left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, now I get lan’s taste. He liked your body and your style, not you. You just happen to fit his

preference, making him feel comfortable. That’s what he told me, Darlene came closer, her voice dropping. “He

also told me that you’re a dead fish in bed, needing him to guide you. He’s getting bored of it, so he came to me.

We had a blast that night.”