Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 7

"What are you on about?"

Ian's tone was icy cold as he leaned back, "From now on, stop sticking your nose in my business and introducing me to these women."

His buddies were all her clients, wasn't he sick of it?

Sure, some people in the circle had peculiar tastes, but he had been abstaining from such affairs for years, holding no interest in them whatsoever.

Over the years, Ryan seemed to have picked up all sorts of weird habits. It was about time for him to rein it in.

"Cousin, are you really not going to come and meet her? I searched a long time before I thought she might be right for you."

If Ian truly wasn't interested, Ryan still had a few vacant properties that needed designing, "If you don't want her, I'll keep her on my side, I quite fancy her."

For some reason, Ian straightened up.

"I'll arrange for you to intern at the Raymond Group, better than hanging around with these no-good folks all day. Your mom already mentioned this to me. Just show up for work tomorrow morning."

Ryan was taken aback, and before he could retort, Ian had already hung up. He looked at Maja with frustration, and she could probably guess that she had been rejected.

She consoled him, "Mr. Elston, no need to fret. Maybe Mr. Raymond has another preferred plan. After all, the villa is for his favorite person, it's only right to be cautious."

Ryan sighed, "That's impossible, he's still looking."

Maja kept her composure, "Business also requires the right timing and connections. Perhaps I just don't have that with Mr. Raymond."

"In that case, I'll ask him in person later. If he really doesn't need you, could you design those properties for me? I really like your style."

Maja smiled and extended her hand, "Alright, thanks for your appreciation."

Ryan answered another call, then apologized with a smile, "Sorry, I have to head back tonight. Leave me your number, and I'll get in touch another day."

Without hesitation, Maja handed over her number. After Ryan saved it, he rose and left the private room.

In a blink of an eye, only Maja and Maxwell were left. This was Maxwell's second round of drinks for the night, he was slightly drunk and dropped his guard.

"Let me call you a driver."

Maja knew he had pushed himself to this point just to negotiate this deal for her; it was only right to show her appreciation. Besides, she loved working at Maxwell's studio.

"That's kind of you, Maja."

After relieving his burden, Maxwell's drunkenness hit him in full force.

It's not that Maja didn't want to take Maxwell home, but he had been married for a year, and his wife was very jealous. To avoid unnecessary trouble, a driver was a safer bet.

She helped him to his feet, and they headed to the elevator on the other side of the corridor, which was closer to the exit.

Maxwell was drunk and mumbling a few words.

"I told you it's not what you think, you're tiring me out."

"Can't I have a little privacy?"

He seemed to be arguing with his wife even in his dreams. Maja was struggling to support him while maintaining a polite distance.

Maxwell stumbled as the elevator doors opened, nearly falling out.

Maja quickly pulled him back, and a slender hand stretched out from inside the elevator to stop the closing doors.

Following the hand, she found herself looking straight into Ian's face. Her "thank you" got stuck in her throat.

The guy she hardly saw once in three years, was now all she kept bumping into since yesterday? Was this fate or simply a coincidence?

Ian's gaze lingered on her and Maxwell for a moment before he withdrew it, "Which floor?"

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of indifference on his face, yet his features were devoid of any emotion.

Maja quickly caught the hint of sarcasm and contempt in his eyes. The atmosphere turned awkward, and she helped Maxwell into the elevator, her tone polite and distant, "First floor, thank you."

Maxwell chose this moment to blurt out some nonsense.

"Money, money, money. Do you even have any feelings for me?"

Maja had heard from her colleagues at the studio that Maxwell's wife was a big spender. Maxwell was ambitious and had built a decent studio, but he didn't keep a penny of his earnings, all of which went to his wife.

The atmosphere seemed to get colder. Maja shivered as she heard Ian's sarcastic remark,

"A client?"

Maja felt embarrassed but couldn't admit that Maxwell was her boss at the studio. Ian was already displeased with her. If he found out that the studio boss was drunk in such a place, he would probably blacklist them immediately. She could only nod in agreement.

"Mm, Mr. Raymond, what a coincidence."