To Win His Ex-Wife’s Heart Again

Chapter 182

The whole place was silent.

Everyone stunned by Jameson’s forceful punch.

Even Maxwell was speechless for a moment, eyeing Jameson warily.

He was worried that Jameson still wanted to beat him up. If he punched him a few more times, he

would definitely be crip pled today.

“Let me clarify something,” Sasha’s clear voice rang out amidst the tension, drawing. everyone’s

attention.

Sasha shrugged. She was not flustered even when everyone was looking at her.

“I am not his person. We are divorced and have nothing to do with each other now.”

This statement added an even more bizarre twist to the already strange atmosphere.

Even Maxwell hadn’t expected to unwittingly flirt with Jameson’s ex-wife. Remembering some rumors

he had heard, Maxwell’s look towards Sasha was filled with

contempt.

Jameson internally chuckled at the irony. Even at such a moment, Sasha didn’t miss a chance to clarify

their relationship.

She probably even thought his protection was unnecessary and ridiculous.

Jameson felt a storm raging inside him but managed to keep a straight face.

“Even though we’re divorced, she is still someone I, Jameson, acknowledge as family. Bullying her

means you’re crossing me,” Jameson said coldly, his gaze warily sweeping

over Maxwell.

Maxwell shivered under that gaze.

Just then, a mocking voice echoed from the entrance.

“Family? You’re really good at flattering yourself. How did your family treat Sashy? Don’t you have any

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As Lester said this, his face was also revealed to everyone.

The passers-by were shocked. Why was Lester here as well?

That’s right, because the two sons of the Peyer family were famous for being a pl ayboy. there was a

lot of gossip news about him. He was always on the trending topic, and

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passers-by were very familiar with his enchanting face.

Lester walked up to Sasha, bending down to ask with concern. “Are you alright?”

Sasha shook her head. “Why are you here?”

“I saw the live stream and came right over, Lester said, gently flicking her forehead, a simple gesture

filled with affection. “Why didn’t you tell me about the trouble?”

Sasha, not minding Lester’s closeness, seriously answered, “Who said I didn’t tell you? You already

knew about it, right?”

He even rushed over in a hurry, for fear that he would suffer losses.

Lester realized she was right and his face showed a mixture of amusement and frustration. “You know

that’s not the kind of notification I wanted.”

The live broadcast was equivalent to telling the whole world, including him, that what Lester wanted

was a unique one, and what he wanted was a private chat.

Sasha rolled her eyes, her tone full of mock annoyance. “You’re so demanding.”

Instead of getting angry at her disdain, Lester affectionately pinched Sasha’s face.

Their interaction was too much for Jameson, who felt an urge to chop off Lester’s hands and feed them

to dogs.

But Lester, either unaware or indifferent to Jameson’s mood, casually approached. Maxwell.

He casually walked up to Maxwell with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with coldness and

killing intent.

“So, you were the one who insulted Sasha?” Lester’s voice was icy.

Maxwell couldn’t help but shiver. He knew Lester too well because he used to be a pla yboy with him.

His reputation as a play boy had also spread, and Maxwell had an impression of him.

He also knew that although Lester had been driven out of the Peyer family, he had a lot of power in

Springwyn.

Another person he couldn’t afford to offend.