My Ex-Wife Is A Big Shot In Disguise

Chapter 13

Madison didn’t pay attention to Blanche’s exaggerated expression and nodded lightly. “This is my

second brother, Joe Daves. We haven’t planned to announce our

relationship yet to avoid trouble. I hope Miss Malone can help keep it confidential for now,” she said.

Blanche nodded dazedly. She still had not fully recovered from the shock of the information. After a

moment, Blanche said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

Madison was amused by the stunned expression on Blanche’s face. Madison added, “Thank you for

speaking up for me tonight. If you have time in the future, I’d like to invite you for a meal.”

Madison already exchanged contact information with Blanche on the way out of the

villa.

Blanche quickly waved her hands. “No. No need!”

Blanche felt a sense of awe towards things she admired, and thinking about her history of being

criticized all over the internet, Blanche felt overwhelmed and just wanted to leave quickly.

“Miss Malone, you’re being too polite. Treating you to a meal is the least we could do after you helped

out my sister,” Joe said. He straightened and looked at Blanche’s face.

Before Blanche could turn him down, he went on. “Of course, it’s not only for my sister. I also have

some motives for doing so too. I see great potential in you, Miss Malone. You have what it takes to be

popular. Have you ever thought about changing companies. to XR Entertainment? We’ll cover any

breach of contract fees, and you can join us whenever you decide to jump ship.”

Blanche pointed to herself in utter shock. It was a long time before she managed to find. her voice. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Me? Mr. Daves, did you mistake me for someone else? I don’t think I can

make it.”

She waved her hand in self-mocking. Popular? Sure. She was popular now but in all the

wrong ways.

Joe

Joe did not rush Blanche into making a decision. He took out a business card. “Don’t turn me down

first. You can take some time to consider it. If you plan to switch companies, you can contact me… Or

you can also contact my sister.”

A business card was handed to Blanche, and before she could recover from her shock, the two of them

were already driving away.

If not for the additional gold-stamped business card in her hand, Blanche would have

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thought that what happened just now was just a dream, a dream she dared not dwell on.

The red sports car sped away on the road. Joe glanced at the woman typing away on her laptop,

seemingly unaffected.

“Little princess, where are we going? How about staying at my place? Don’t go to John’s place. He’s

busy, and we shouldn’t disturb him, right?” Joe said.

Madison’s fingers paused. She grinned as she glanced at him. “Joe, aren’t you busy too? You came to

pick me up and still want to work on the way. It wouldn’t be right for me to disturb you either.”

“How am I busy? My work is always done along the way. I’m not busy at all!” Joe defended himself.

Madison let out a laugh.

She double-checked, ensuring all traces of her presence were wiped clean, before closing her laptop.

“Let’s make a stop at Creek Court first,” Madison said.

Joe nearly slammed the brakes upon hearing that. “You really want to go back and live at that bas ta

rd’s place?”

Madison propped her chin and looked at the night scene, flying swiftly past outside the

car.

“Since I want a new beginning, I need to cut off all ties with the past. Besides, I have some luggage

there. Leaving it at that ba st ard’s place would be impolite.”

Joe burst into laughter. “Good! You’re right. It would indeed be impolite!”

Soon, the car arrived at Creek Court.

Joe completed what normally took half an hour to drive in just twenty minutes.

Madison left no trace of herself behind. She had been abroad in the last three years, and any

information about her was deliberately erased.

Someone had already painstakingly separated the two lives that were entangled together by mistake.

Instead of leaving them intertwined, removing the one that didn’t belong here was better.

Holding her favorite roses, Madison left, feeling quite pleased.

“The cooperation between my studio and the Palmer family has ended. Take me to sign. a contract with

your company in a few days,” Madison told Joe.

“You’re not signing

with John?” Joe asked.

“Jewelry and clothing are meant to be worn. Your company’s artists can directly pick what they need for

the events they attend. John won’t mind since it benefits both of Madison said.

“That’s a deal!” Joe exclaimed.

The red sports car roared away, carrying with it bursts of joyous laughter.

Perhaps the color was too eye-catching, but as the sports car flew by a familiar black. Spyker, the man

behind the wheel cast a nonchalant glance at the red sports car.

In the car, Leo’s black eyes suddenly contracted. The sound of the brakes sounded particularly harsh in

the night.

Under the light of the street lamp beside the oak tree, he saw a familiar side profile.

It was that of Madison!