Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 611

Right now, only Mr. Sanders knew the real deal.

So, Beck's trip to Greenfield, for sure, was about something other than finding his sister because that gig was already handed to Phelps Herrington.

Tyler is a top-notch scriptwriter and a buddy of Beck's, they share a common vice - they both have a thing for pretty ladies.

So, Beck rang him up, asking if he was up for some drinks tonight.

Tyler glanced at Ian and invited Beck to his villa for a shindig.

At the same time, Maja was driving over but got hit by another car while turning a corner. It was a flashy sports car with a unique colour, obviously custom-made.

She frowned and stepped out of her car.

Beck also hopped out and was surprised to see the lady from the mall.

Maja went to the back of her car, finding it dented from the collision.

She glanced at the time, worried she'd be late and piss off Ian.

So she asked Beck, "What's your plan for compensation?"

When she turned to look at Beck, she noticed his good looks. He was really handsome.

His charm was different from Ian's. Ian had a restrained but strong aura, while Beck was like a vivid butterfly.

His attire wasn't flashy, but his looks and gaze were stunning.

Beck leaned on his car door, checking Maja from top to bottom.

A minute later, he pulled out a check and wrote down three hundred grand.

Three hundred grand was enough to buy Maja's car. She was taken aback.

Beck kissed her, saying "The extra is for your beauty. Seeing such a beautiful lady made my day."

He got back in his car, waved her goodbye and drove off.

Maja stood there, stunned.

She was like, where did this guy come from? He's way too generous...

She didn't bother thinking further, took the money, and headed to the villa.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol and cooking.

But when Maja walked in, she didn't see Ian.

Tyler pointed upstairs saying, "He drank on an empty stomach and isn't feeling too good. He's resting upstairs."

Maja went upstairs to find him in the same room.

The door was closed. When she walked in, she saw Ian holding a glass of water, looking really uncomfortable.

He was standing by the window, one hand on his stomach.

"Mr. Raymond."

She called and took out the bracelet she bought, saying, "This is my gift."

Ian put the glass down. With his stomach discomfort, he looked a bit pale.

Seeing the bracelet, he recognized its value at a glance. Worth at least a few hundred grand. it was top-grade agilawood.

The scent of agilawood was faint but calming.