Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 93 Cannot Get Over It



Chapter 93 Cannot Get Over It

Chapter 93 Cannot Get Over It

The moment Anastasia saw Jaxon, she was astounded for a moment.

Then, Jaxon walked over with a smile and gentle brows. He greeted everyone with a dignified and calm

aura and finally looked at Anastasia with a slight curvature of his lips.

"Anastasia, are you surprised?"

This was a surprise only for Anastasia.

Everyone looked back and forth between the two of them with envy and confusion.

Anastasia froze for a moment, then stood up and said with a smile, "It indeed is a pleasant surprise, Mr.

Stanford. I didn't expect you to come to inspect your project in person. No wonder you can make a

fortune!"

Jaxon smiled happily and did not explain further.

Besides Anastasia, the mysterious guest who suddenly appeared was Jaxon, a foreign financial

tycoon.

The two people in the same picture gave people the impression of a gorgeous and perfect couple.

They could almost see the sparks between the two of them.

This clip was broadcast live on the Internet and instantly aroused heated discussions.

"Why do I feel that Jaxon came here for Anastasia?"

"Am I the only one who thinks they look perfect together?"

"Anastasia became so beautiful after divorce!"

"Stop talking and be with each other. I'll give my share of wedding gifts!"

At the Patterson Group.

Christian was in a meeting, and the department head's report was nothing exciting. He took his phone

and clicked on the link sent by Tobias.

As a result, he saw this video clip and the comments below...

Anastasia... Since when were they on a first-name basis?

In an instant, his face darkened in an instant, and he stood up suddenly, causing the chair to make a lot

of noise.

Everyone was shocked, and the face of the head of the department turned pale, and he could not even

speak properly.

Christian walked out with a grim face, called Tobias, and said in a cold voice, "What's going on? Where

did this come from?"

Tobias smiled and replied enthusiastically. "They should be participating in a show, but Jaxon clearly

went for Anastasia. The affection in his eyes is overflowing."

Christian sneered. His eyes were getting colder and colder.

Tobias pursed his lips. Noticing Christian's abnormality, he immediately advised him.

"Christian, don't be angry. You two are divorced. It's normal for someone to pursue her. You have to get

over it..."

Before he finished speaking, Christian hung up the call.

Tobias was speechless.

It looked like Christian could not get over it.

Christian found out the director's number and called. His voice was cold and cruel.

"That show Anastasia is on, kick Jaxon Stanford away!"

The director was shocked for a moment. Jaxon was not someone he could offend. Plus, Jaxon C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

invested in the show.

However, Christian was an even bigger threat. Thus, he was in a dilemma.

"Mr. Patterson, it's too late. He'll only be on for 20 minutes. But we can cut it later!"

Christian's face turned furious. He hung up the call directly and went downstairs aggressively.

Looking at those men surrounding Anastasia, he felt uncomfortable.

After all, it was his ex-wife. What gave others the right to pursue her?

Furthermore, Anastasia still cared about him. That Jaxon was nothing but his substitute.

Jaxon was a little fly not worth his attention.

But he hated flies!

In the other place, as soon as Jaxon came, the atmosphere became more active. Even Alison, who

had always been lukewarm, wanted to find a chance to join in.

However, unfortunately, Jaxon kept a distance while being polite at the same time.

From time to time, he went to help Anastasia carry things and wash fruits, and praised Mae and those

Stellar Entertainment interns.

Anastasia spoke with a smile on the side.

Not long after, Alison came over with several cups of coffee.

Before Anastasia could take them over, Alison "accidentally" spilled them on her.


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