Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 660

Fitch sat across from Ian, eyeing his every reaction. He asked with a chuckle, "So, how does it feel?"

Ian took off his jacket, his fingers tensing slightly, the tips involuntarily curling.

He glanced up at the dazzling lights overhead, his throat bobbing, the corners of his eyes reddened by a sudden rush of heat.

If he didn't know that the drinks he had tonight were perfectly normal, he would actually think somebody had drugged him.

On the other side of the hall.

Maja looked at the timid girl across from her and reintroduced herself.

"You can call me Penny. No need to be so formal."

The thick glasses hid most of the girl's face. She quickly looked up at Maja and then immediately looked down again.

The waiter came over and asked what they would like to order.

Maja placed the menu in front of the girl.

"Erlinda, take a look and see what you fancy."

Erlinda Frost quickly looked up, glanced at the menu, saw that the cheapest set meal was $588, and her eyelashes twitched with shock.

"Ms. Penny, can we go to a different restaurant?" She was still very formal, even standing up, her thick glasses dropping to the floor in an instant.

Maja saw several marks on her neck.

But Maja didn't ask, pretending she didn't see them.

"I'm buying. I've read your script, we can talk about it slowly, you don't need to be nervous."

Perhaps reassured by Maja's voice, Erlinda slowly sat down again, but her lips were still trembling, clearly shocked by the prices here.

Maja remembered the script she had read near Ian today and briefly mentioned it.

"I met with Professor Smith today and saw another script there about a small-time guy getting messed around by fate and gradually turning into a murderer. This script caught the eye of the Raymond Corporation and should be turned into a suspense drama. The twists in each chapter are very engaging."

When the script was mentioned, Erlinda trembled even more, her hands gripping her knees tightly.

Soon, Maja heard a faint sob, the girl across from her had started to whimper.

Maja handed over a tissue.

"Erlinda, I've always wondered how Professor Smith could write so many scripts of different styles, each one of high quality. I've read your script. When you gave me the script, you didn't even dare to look me in the eye. I guess you're not satisfied with this script. Since it's a script you don't even like, why give it to me?"

For those who wrote scripts, they were like their children.

Now there was an investment opportunity in front of her, she should bring out a script she was most satisfied with.