Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 699

Maja was disgusted with Sharon's arrogance. These rich and powerful people were all too full of themselves.

But, compared to Powell's sly tactics, Sharon seemed even more desperate.

"What's the price I have to pay?"

A deep light flashed in Sharon's eyes.

If she hadn't heard from Fitch that Maja was just a designer, she might really have thought that she was probably from a prestigious family. Otherwise she wouldn't be so calm while facing the head of the Haskins family!

"Penny, if you still don't cooperate, I'm going to make you understand what a real price is," Sharon threatened, then hung up without hesitation.

She stared coldly at her phone while Mia cried and asked, "Did you fix it?"

Still looking terrified, Mia hadn't recovered from the shock of the previous night.

"Mia, don't panic. I'll find a solution," Maja reassured her.

Mia clenched her fists. She didn’t dare to open any chat group; she was afraid to see her embarrassing photos.

She called Fitch again, tearfully begging for his help, "You have to get my photo back from Penny. If that photo gets out, I really won't be able to live."

Hearing this, Fitch frowned.

He happened to know that Ian was taking Penny to an art exhibition that night, where many valuable paintings were on display.

Ian called Maja early in the morning, saying that the new house was still lacking a few paintings, so he wanted her to accompany him.

Also, most of the bigwigs in the circle would attend that exhibition that night.

Helpless, Maja left the task of finding accommodation for the artists to Zoey and started to get ready.

At six o'clock in the evening, Maja, dressed in a black strap dress, entered the venue on Ian's arm.

This was the first time Maja attended an event with Ian.

Just now, in the car, Ian tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

She had put on lipstick tonight. If it faded, people would definitely guess what they had been doing in the car.

Both Maja and Ian had a cold demeanor. As soon as they entered the hall, people turned to look at them.

Maja purposely turned her back, only showing a side view, then pointed to a painting not far away.

"Mr. Raymond, shall we start over there?"

There were about thirty paintings on display that night, all with world-high prices, so many foreigners came to visit.