The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky
The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky Chapter 81

The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky Chapter 81

The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky Chapter 81

“You… never learned how… to drive?” Ariel was surprised to hear that. She rolled her eyes and said, “Then why don’t you trade it in for anothermotorcycle with a different color? Don’t you feel embarrassed riding a pink motorcycle?”

“I didn’t buy this motorcycle. Iris gave it to me…” Leon shrugged his shoulders.

Iris would not just randomly gift stuff to men. It was the kind oftreatment that no man could ever hope to get, so it made sense for Leon to hold onto the motorcycle so vehemently!

“That explains it!” Ariel had a sudden realization and finally understood why Leon. would have sucha tacky motorcycle.

“What does the color of my motorcycle have anything to do with you anyway, Miss Summers? Why are you so fixated on it?” Leon asked curiously, wondering if Ariel was nagging him about it because shehad nothing better to do.

“Because I can do whatever I want! Who are you to stop me?” A blush appeared on Ariel’s pretty face and she glared at Leon fiercely before turning her head and strutting away arrogantly.

If it were anyone else in Leon’s position, she could not have cared less about them

and meddled in their affairs.

Leon, however, was different.

The Leon she knew of from Iris turned out to be a strong and domineering man, and it left a profound impression in her mind.

Seeing Leon riding a pink motorcycle flamboyantly across the citywas too big of a contrast with her image of him, which did not sit well with her.

“I guess it’s true when they say that women are difficult to understand…” Leon sighed and shook his head as he walked toward the office building behind Ariel.

As soon as they walked lobby, there was loud movement from behind.

Leon looked behind him curiously and saw a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes walking in proudly from the outside.

The young man was about27 or 28 years old. With his tall and handsome figure, one could tell at first glance that he was an elite individual in the business world as well as a very outstanding young talent.

Behind him were two attendants, who further strengthened his remarkable aura.

It was just about time when people wereall going to work, and there was an endless stream of employees in the company who were clocking in.

“Look, it’s Mister Duvall from the sales department!”

“Mister Duvall’s so amazing!He’s handsome, young, and has so much potential. He’s still single too! I wonder whowill be his lucky woman in the future!”

“Isn’t that obvious? Mister Duvall has a thing for Miss Summers and he’s been trying to win her heart for more than a year now! Miss Summers is the only woman who can match his prestige!”

“Yeah! They are a perfect match!”

Many female employees turned their attention to the young man. Their eyes twinkled with admiration, anit was almost as if their pupils were going to morph into little hearts.

The Elegante Group was a cosmetics company that had a significant number of female employees, so oof a talented young. man like Michael Duvall!

He was a prince charming in the eyes of many a female employee!

“Tch! What’s all the fuss about him? He’s still a long way off from actually being with Ariel…”

Some male employees were unhappy because they viewed Ariel as an angel and thought that Michael w

Nevertheless, goodmen should not pick fights with women. Regardless of how unhappy they were, they knew better than toeyed female colleagues.

“Ariel! Wait for me!”

Michael was delighted to see Ariel some distance ahead. He rushed upto her to stop both her and Leon.

“Mister Duvall, could you please be more professional and address me as Miss Summers? You and I areclose, you know!”

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