Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 458

Crystalbrook Valley was a hot mess. Olivia, foreseeing that her child wouldn't make it, made a fuss just to squeeze Ian for money.

She was only slightly hurt when she was knocked a few feet away, but since she was pregnant, she clutched her stomach, with blood pooling around her feet.

"My baby! My baby! Mr. Raymond, you owe me a child. I'm going haunt you for the rest of your life! Or you can cough up 30 million, and we call it a day!"

Ian had never seen a woman with such thick skin. He drove straight back to Riverside Haven, letting the manager deal with her.

Even the manager of Crystalbrook Valley had enough of Olivia's unreasonable behavior.

Now, Ian was a VIP in Crystalbrook Valley. If he really got mad and stopped the project, it would affect so many people's livelihoods.

The manager got so pissed off that they fired Daly on the spot and told him to stay the hell away.

Ian sat alone in the lobby; the atmosphere was heavy, and no one dared to plead for the Elston family.

Everyone felt like they had a massive weight on their shoulders.

Ian lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

The manager of Crystalbrook Valley had already sent Daly packing, and Olivia was sent to the hospital.

But Olivia kept shouting, trying to let everyone know that she was hit by Ian.

In the end, she spat out something even more outrageous. She claimed the child in her womb was Ian's.

Olivia was skinny and had a sharp-tongued look. She had never been to school, so there was no way Ian would be into her.

But Olivia had this delusional self-confidence, always thinking she could be connected to him.

She was now pushed into the operating room. She had to have a forced abortion because the baby was already dead.

The manager of Crystalbrook Valley looked at Ian, wiping the sweat off his forehead nervously.

"Mr. Raymond, don't worry about this; we'll handle it."

Ian held the cigarette between his fingertips; never had he seen such a peculiar woman.

He squinted his eyes; his words were cold.

"I don't want to hear anything about their family again, and I don't want anyone pleading for them."

The manager kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, feeling the cold sweat on his back.

"Mr. Raymond, we understand; you can rest assured."