Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1100

Ian snagged a tissue from the box nearby, wiping the trace of blood from his mouth corner.

Thinking about Maja and Eric doing God knows what, far away from Greenfield, probably mocking him while they were at it, calling him a fool for being played by a woman, made his eyes water, and his fingers clenched the edge of the desk.

His phone buzzed, a call from Jeff claiming he had located Pearson's exact whereabouts.

"Boss, are you coming with us?" Jeff asked.

Ian needed to do something to keep himself busy. He rose from his chair without hesitation, only to be stopped by Judith tugging at his suit.

"I want to come too, and you did say you'll consider me. Can I tag along? I promise I'll keep my distance and not bother you."

Ian didn't reply, merely yanking his suit out of her grip.

Judith smiled at his reaction and followed him out quietly.

Down in the underground parking, Judith had initially wanted to sit in the passenger seat but reconsidered and took the backseat instead.

"Ian, you don't have to worry. I won't push you. I've said that I would wait for you, so I won't do anything that puts you in a difficult position."

Probably, Maja used to sit in the front seat.

A sliver of resentment flashed in Judith's eyes. Once she had completely won over Ian, she would make Maja pay for what she had done.

She even imagined sending a wedding invitation to Maja, making her witness their happy ending.

Just the thought of it made her lips curl into a smile.

Ian didn’t engage in conversation with her. Instead, he simply revved the engine.

Jeff had sent the exact location, and it was a bar on the outskirts of the city, not too far from downtown.

The bar was a shady place, rumored to have been the setting for a vicious brawl a year ago that ended with several fatalities.

It was not the most reputable establishment, but it was popular among the lower-class crowd, the unemployed riffraff of Greenfield, and young girls who had taken to smoking and drinking way too early.

It was also frequented by blue-collar workers who found solace in the anonymity of the place.

Although Ian had never been there before, he had heard of the place.

Pulling his luxury car to a stop by the curb outside the bar, the unusual sight drew a few whistles from the crowd.

The bystanders assumed he was drunk, as a man with that kind of money wouldn't be caught dead in this bar.

Pearson was used to being controlled by Dennis, so he rarely showed his true feelings. He believed he could live a comfortable life abroad if he could evade Ian's pursuit.

When Pearson finally noticed Ian standing next to him, the drunken stupor quickly vanished.

In shock, he fell on his butt and tried to get up and leave, but Ian's laughter stopped him.

"I never thought you'd end up like this," he said.

Pearson had gone from heaven to hell in the past few months.

Once his friends learned about his downfall, they stopped hanging out with him. Ian's admirers started making his life difficult, causing him to despise Ian even more.

"Ian, please, we're cousins. Show me some mercy, and let me live. That amount of money is nothing to you," he pleaded.

When his eyes landed on Judith, his pupils dilated in surprise, and he crawled over to her.

"Ms. Sanders, it's me, the one who has been writing you all those letters. I love you, Ms. Sanders."