The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky novel Chapter 8

Marilyn became increasingly angrier as she dwelled on what happened.

Brody soon got up from the ground in dismay. He looked exceptionally miserable with a blue nose and a swollen face.

“Impossible! Iris is the Youngs’ eldest young lady! She’s a very respected person. None of Springfield City’s rich and powerful young men ever caught her attention, so how did a piece of trash like Leon do it!”

“Maybe the two of them just happened to know each other…”

Brody covered his face and groaned in pain.

Iris was a goddess in his eyes, contrasting strongly with his low impression of Leon. He would sooner die than believe that there was a special relationship between Leon and Iris!

“You’re right! Iris couldn’t have taken a liking to him unless she’s blind… But on second thought, even if Iris was blind, she’d never fancy some garbage like him!”

Marilyn smiled disdainfully, and his heart became felt a little more at ease.

“Who cares what kind of relationship they have?! It’s all Leon’s fault that this happened to me. I’m going to get back at him for this!”

Brody had a resentful look on his face.

He could not afford to provoke the Youngs and was afraid of holding a grudge against Iris too.

As a result, he blamed everything on Leon!

The surrounding bystanders could not help but look down in disdain when they saw how shameless Brody and Marilyn were.

Everyone saw how Leon persuaded Iris into letting Brody go.

Brody, however, did not show any gratitude and resented Leon instead!

It was simply too shameless!

Unfortunately, the Sullivans were powerful, and all that the others could do was despise him silently without saying it to his face.

…

Leon was left with nothing after getting a divorce from Marilyn.

He had no belongings, and the most important necessity for him at the moment was a place to stay.

Moments later, she saw the supervisor walk up to Leon before pointing at him. “Get out of here, you miserable beggar!” the supervisor yelled, stopping short of actually shoving him out.

Leon already felt ashamed of himself, to begin with, and his face turned red as soon as the supervisor scolded him. How he wished he could just burrow into a hole in the ground!

Iris understood what happened and her pretty face immediately turned cold. She pushed the woman’s finger away and said, “You’re the one who’s blind. Does he look like a beggar to you? He’s my friend! We’re here to book a room…”

“Book a room?”

The supervisor looked disdainfully at Iris from head to toe. “You dress like a rich lady but you’re booking a room with a beggar? I suppose you’re the same as him then. Now get out of our hotel, both of you!”

Iris was furious. “Only mean people like you can say such things. Where’s your manager? Tell him to come out here and meet me!”

“Who do you think you are? What right do you have to ask for our manager?” the supervisor smiled contemptuously.

Iris trembled with anger. Had she not controlled herself for the sake of her identity, she would have slapped the supervisor in the face already.

The hotel staff were already alerted to the commotion there.

A young man about 36- or 37 years old rushed over as quickly as possible, and nametag that wrote ‘Lobby Manager – Wendell Dyer’ was pinned to his suit lapel.