Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 57: And you think you can find someone cleaner than Faye Townsend?

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: And you think you can find someone cleaner than Faye Townsend?

Right, later on, you have to pay us for the equipment.

Blood is thicker than water, but money matters need to be settled clearly. You’re paying for the stuff your wife smashed."

Hunter Warren frowned: "Still mouthing off, just hurry back and think of a way to help her with the exam. I’ve got plenty of money."

Roman Hughes laughed: "She’s fine, you can rest easy.

Why do you even bother? If you’re so worried, why get a divorce?

Are you really unable to get over that incident?

What’s the big deal? You think if you find someone else, you can guarantee she’ll be cleaner than Faye Townsend?

I think Faye Townsend is pretty great."

Hunter Warren gave Roman Hughes a sidelong glance that made Roman raise his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I don’t know your business, I won’t meddle.

But from my point of view, this new girl, Zenia Yates, her qualifications are far inferior to Faye Townsend’s in every aspect.

Could it be you like the clingy, coquettish type?

But that doesn’t make sense. Faye Townsend had plenty of charm when she was pursuing you.

I’ve watched her, she’s pretty good at playing coy."

Hunter Warren smiled as if something came to mind, "That’s true."

"So, I really thought you were blind when I saw that photo of Zenia Yates on TV.

I’m really curious, what exactly did you see in her?"

"She is Faye Townsend’s best friend." Hunter Warren’s lips curved with a slightly devilish smile.

Roman Hughes stared at him, dumbfounded: "You’re nuts, you know what that’s called?"

Hunter Warren’s gaze dropped slightly without a word.

"Scumbag." Roman Hughes leaned against the edge of the desk and slipped his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

"You keep saying you can’t stand that blonde girl, but you’re using her best friend to piss her off.

Tell me, if you’re not into her, why use such a tactic."

"Don’t you know what type of women I like?"

Roman Hughes smirked mischievously: "Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.

Let me tell you, life is like this.

The person you like and the one who can spend a lifetime with you often aren’t the same.

What’s the use of being rich? There are some people who are just not meant to help you balance your hormones.

Even though Faye Townsend is younger than you, I think she’s really suitable for you, a perfect match in terms of family background.

Don’t judge women by that standard."

Hunter Warren leaned back in his chair, sizing him up: "Have you been studying psychology lately? Learned how to lecture me, is that it?"

Roman Hughes smiled handsomely: "Don’t like hearing what I say?

You see, I told you two are suited for each other, just now Faye Townsend also chased me out for disliking me."

Hunter Warren gazed at him gloomily: "Stop your blabbering and go check on her.

No matter what, don’t let anything happen to her."

"Is this concern coming from love, or respect for an ex-wife?"

Hunter Warren’s hands naturally crossed over his legs: "Out of respect for her father."

Roman Hughes smiled with lowered eyes: "Good, that’s a perfect answer."

His gaze fell on the base of Hunter Warren’s right hand, puzzled: "What happened to your hand... how did this happen?"

Hunter Warren looked down at the bite wound on his own hand and smirked: "Scratched by a cat."

"I’ve read plenty of books, when did a cat’s claws become round?"

Hunter Warren glared toward Roman Hughes, who was mockingly serious.

Roman Hughes smirked: "Alright, alright, consider that I’m meddling too much.

I’m going to see your feral cat now.

By the way, calling her your feral cat might not be appropriate anymore.

You two are divorced."

"Not divorced yet."

Roman Hughes looked at him, with a meaningful smile, and walked out.

Hunter Warren took out her phone from his pocket; she had been hesitating since just now, wondering whether to take a look or not.