Hunting for His EX-Wife

With an indifferent look in her eyes, Martha looked straight at the man sitting opposite her.

She had a hunch that Rhys would say yes.

But this time, instead of giving her a definitive answer, Rhys asked her, “Why ask me a favor, instead of Stefan?”

“Because the male lead in this show is made for you.”

Martha gave her answer in a calm, straightforward manner.

Hollie and Joann set up this trap to record Martha’s lewd behavior with Rhys and then publicize it to the media as a way to tarnish her reputation.

In that case, Stefan would divorce her absolutely.

If she changed the male lead, the show would become much less fun.

When Rhys heard this, his eyebrows were slightly raised and he looked very interested.

“Interesting, I love to watch the fun.”

With her eyes lowered slightly, she smiled faintly.

…

Joann was in the room, staring fixedly at the computer screen.

She waited for a long time, but did not see Martha back to the room, her eyes tired.

Just then, the bell rang and Joann immediately sat up straight.

But the screen didn’t show Martha opened the door.

Joann froze for a moment before realizing it was someone ringing the doorbell in her room.

She glanced at the screen again and let her guard down when she saw that Martha hadn’t returned.

She got up and opened the door to the room, and at the same time, what was shown on the screen changed…NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Joann thought Hollie was here, but the person standing outside the door was Jane.

She frowned and immediately asked with displeasure, “What are you doing here?”

“I want to talk to you.”

With a light smile on her lips, Jane held a cup of water, her voice sounding gentle with no hostility at all.

Joann heard this and looked at Jane with some suspicion.

‘This woman beat me before. Where did she get the gall to come here to me?’ Joann thought unhappily.

While Joann was lost in thought, Jane had sidled into the room.

Jane walked in, looked around the room and saw the computer on the table. Before she could have a close look at its computer screen, Joann walked in quickly and turned off the computer.

“Have I let you in?”

Joann glared at Jane, her tone unkind.

Jane was thinking about how mean Joann was, but she was trying to look nice on the outside.

She handed Joann the cup of water in her hand and smiled apologetically, “What happened before was my fault. Let bygones be bygones. Let’s be friends. I brought you the cup of water you asked for before.”

When Joann saw Jane being so humble, she realized Jane was here to make peace.

She snorted, and her tone was full of mockery: “You’re just an assistant. You don’t deserve to be friends with me.”

Jane pretended to lower her head in frustration. After seconds, she smiled bitterly and said, “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m leaving, then.”

With that, she placed the cup of water on the table and left Joann’s room.

“Humph, thank god you’re self-aware.”

After Joann said this, she shut the door of the room.

She leaned against the door, her mocking voice resonating throughout the room, “I thought Martha’s flunky was very proud, but in the end she had to fawn upon me.”

What Joann didn’t know was that something had happened in Martha’s room.

When Joann was talking with Jane, Martha had changed the cup of water that was spiked.

Joann let out snorts of laughter before sitting down at the table again and turning on the computer.

She grew impatient as she saw that there was no one on the screen.

“What takes this bitch so long? Why hasn’t she come back?”

As the words left her lips, she felt a little thirsty. When she got up and wanted to pour some water to drink, she noticed the cup of water on the table that Jane had just brought to her for an apology.

Joann sneered.

‘Since an insignificant assistant like Jane tried so hard to please me, I won’t bother myself with being mad at her,’ she thought.

She proudly held the cup of water, a triumphant look in her eyes.

When the water turned cool, Joann drank it all in one gulp.

After her anger subsided, the computer screen showed that Martha returned.

Immediately, Joann kept her spirits up.

Only if Martha drank the glass of water could their plan go forward.

She looked at the screen expectantly. Seeing Martha take a sip of the water on the desk not long after she returned home, Joann stood up with a look of excitement.

“She finally drinks it!”

She had been waiting for this moment all day!

She looked at the time. It was 8:00 PM.

The timing was right. What a godsend…