My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 777

Chapter 777 

“Jeremy! You’re drunk. Sober up. Do you know what you’re doing right now? 

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Natalie shrieked. She sobbed fearfully. 

However, her cries were futile in calming Jeremy down. Her strength was nothing in the face of Jeremy’s muscles. She couldn’t stop him from taking her skirt off. He even undid her bra skillfully. 

Suddenly, a loud slap rang out. Natalie trembled as her palm tingled. 

Jeremy’s movements halted. A familiar glint of lust could be seen in his eyes.. 

Her terror reached new heights. The loathing she’d done her best to suppress made a comeback. 

“Jeremy, you’ve drunk too much!” Then, Natalie bit her lip. Tears glimmered in her eyes. 

Jeremy wasn’t drunk. That bit of alcohol wasn’t enough to get him wasted. 

He’d known that she wasn’t a willing participant from the start. Yet, he couldn’t watch Natalie get together with someone else. 

“You’re my one and only wife,” Jeremy emphasized solemnly. 

Natalie was horrified. She said, “We’re divorced. You’ll marry someone else in the future, but it won’t be me. Jeremy, you’re not drunk, are you?” 

“Divorce?” Jeremy echoed coldly. He laughed self–deprecatingly. 

“Are you sure you didn’t sleep with Austin?” Jeremy asked once more. 

Natalie inhaled deeply. She said, “I’m only an employee in Mr. Powell’s studio. I work hard at my assigned tasks. I don’t involve myself in the dirty work you’re envisioning. Mr. Powell wouldn’t develop feelings for his employees.” 

She was extremely self–aware. There were countless beauties in the entertainment industry. Why would Austin disregard those gorgeous 

were and develop a crush on her instead? 

‘That’s not the point. My affairs have ripthing to do with you anymore. Jeremy, we can only treat each other as siblings at most, or perhaps even friends,” continued Natale. 

Jeremy regained his rationality. He got off her bed and stood by it. He furrowed his brows as he stared at the clothes strewn on the floor. 

“Remember what I’m telling you now. You cannot date anyone else without my permission. You will remarry me one day.” 

Natalie shrieked incredulously, “I won’t remarry you! Don’t you understand? We’re done! Nothing will happen between us ever again! We’ve got documents detailing our divo locked up at home. This is evidence enough to prove that we’ve severed ties. On the day we got divorced, knew that we would never get back together.” 

Natalie hadn’t thought that Jeremy would still harbor hopes of getting remarried. He treated her as one of his possessions. 

Jeremy stared at her with pursed lips. In the end, he put his clothes on and left. 

A chill ran up her spine as Natalie listened to the door slam. She numbly- looked down at her bra, which was hanging precariously on her shoulders. Then, Natalie refastened it stiffly.