Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 590

The door to the private room swung open, and he let his guard down, about to grab the woman when he heard Carlene's voice instead.

"Ian?"

Carlene caught the smell of booze in the room and noticed Ian's off-kilter state. A glint of surprise sparkled in her eyes. Was this a golden opportunity sent from the heavens?

Quickly, she shed her coat, revealing her voluptuous figure.

"Ian, you're a bit off; let me help you out."

As she approached, Ian caught a whiff of a fragrance completely different from Maja's.

Seeing Ian not reacting, Carlene mistook it for acceptance and was about to kneel down to tease him. But Ian just leaned back with a nonchalant tone.

"Who let you in?"

Carlene didn't catch his drift and was about to pounce when he shoved her away.

"Carlene, answer me."

A bottle was flung across the room; the alcohol spilled amid broken glass, a sight that sent chills down the spine.

Carlene dropped to her knees in fright, her face turning pale in an instant.

She dared not push Ian, because once he regained his senses, the Shepard family would be toast.

But it was so frustrating!

"Ian, let me take care of you. I can do better than Penny. I like you."

Ian's face was icy cold, and the air seemed frozen solid.

"Fail to answer me, and the Shepard family can kiss their 300 million dollars goodbye."

His tone was light, but he was threatening the Shepard family with bankruptcy.

Carlene immediately saw her weakness and was frozen in fear.

"I got a text from a stranger saying you were in this room. I just came to check; don't be mad."

At this moment, Ian understood.

The drugs and rage were boiling in his chest, making him surprisingly lucid.

No wonder she was so forward all of a sudden, asking him out.

So that was her game.

He found it amusing, but his smile was terrifying.

Carlene, kneeling on the side, felt like she was being crushed under this silent pressure.

"Get Penny here, Carlene. You have half an hour."

He meant that if he didn't see Maja in half an hour, the 300 million dollars would be off the table.

Carlene's pupils shrunk with disbelief in her eyes.