Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

With her fair and petite face, a well-proportioned figure, clear eyes, and above-average looks, she had

enough charm. However, that was all there was to it.

Just another woman willingly offered herself, but the difference this time was that she succeeded.

Abner retracted his gaze. “You’ll get the money, but you better not covet anything else.”

Although drunk last night, he wouldn’t completely lose control over a woman. The problem lay in the

drink she handed him.

Damara had already put on her clothes. Last night’s welcome banquet hosted by the Robinson Family

had gathered many socialite heiresses who all wanted to meet this rising business elite who had just

returned to the country to take over the Robinson Group.

She arrived late, and Old Mr. Robinson, who was still abroad, specifically asked her to come. She

originally intended to show up briefly and leave but was stopped by her father, who gave her two cups

of wine.

While Abner was back, he said it was an excellent opportunity for the two of them to have a good talk.

As a result…

Damara knew just how resistant Abner was to this marriage. How could she make him believe that

everything that happened last night was not her intention?

A self-mocking expression appeared in Damara’s eyes. She remained silent for two seconds, then

said, “Actually, I…”

The cell phone on the bedside vibrated.

Abner glanced at it and found that it was from his lawyer.

He put him on speakerphone, and a respectful male voice said, “Mr. Robinson, I’ve arrived at Ms.

Moore’s apartment, but she’s not home. Should I send this divorce agreement to Moore Group?”

Standing up, Abner approached the floor-to-ceiling window, frowning as he looked at the distant river

view. He had no impression of this wife he had been married to for three years.

His grandfather had said she had a good character, was non- competitive, and graduated with

outstanding achievements from the University of Washington. But so what?

Moore Group had already overcome its crisis, and he considered it repaying her for saving his

grandfather back then.

Abner’s tone was cold, “Contact her first and have her sign the divorce agreement. If she doesn’t know

what’s good for her, contact Moore Group…”

Damara found her phone and checked if she had missed any work messages. As she heard the words

“divorce agreement,” she was momentarily stunned. Her phone screen displayed a text message from

her father, Kent.

“Damara, did you leave early last night? Cali asked me to check if Abner drank that cup of wine.”

Damara lowered her head, “Dad, didn’t you prepare the wine?”

“Cali gave it to me. If you’re not too busy today, visit your sister at the hospital. She said she misses

you.”

Damara felt a lump in her heart and guessed it was Cali’s scheme.

Knowing she didn’t respond, Kent asked, “What’s wrong? Did you get too drunk with alcohol?”

Thinking she might feel unwell due to the hangover, he kindly offered to prepare a sobering soup.

Damara was angry, but she had to suppress her anger. Her mother had passed away early, and his

father had single-handedly managed the company all these years. It wasn’t easy for him all these

years.

And he did not remarry until her first year of college; he did not do anything wrong to her.

Damara didn’t want to reveal this matter to him, so she suppressed her discomfort, “No need, I’ll go

visit Perpetua later. Tell Cali, thanks for being so considerate.”

Meanwhile, the conversation near the window continued and shifted

to business matters.

Raising her eyes, Damara saw him dressed casually in a white robe standing in the sunlight, exuding

an air of ease.

He had his back to the light, and on his handsome face, one couldn’t discern any emotions. The lines

of his profile appeared especially stern, making him seem even more cold and distant, warning others

not to approach.

Damara put away her phone, turned around, and pushed the door open to leave.

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Since Abner was already planning to divorce, it would be awkward to know that he had slept with the

wife he despised for three years.

It might be better to part ways amicably.

Abner hung up the phone, realizing it was getting late and an outsider was in this room yet to be dealt

with. He turned around and looked at the silent space before him, furrowing his brows.

The disheveled bedsheet was half pulled off, and his wrinkled shirt was thrown at the foot of the bed.

The scent of red wine mixed with a lingering fragrance, creating a peculiar blend

He raised his hand to pinch his brow, and if not for that vivid red mark on the bedsheet that seemed

overly conspicuous, he might have thought the woman he saw waking up in the morning was an

illusion.

A knock on the door sounded, and his secretary’s voice, Matt, came from outside, “Mr. Robinson.”

“Come in.’

The door was pushed open, and Matt came in with a new suit. Seeing the scene in the room, he felt

puzzled but refrained from asking. He placed the clothes down and respectfully left to the living room.

Abner went to the bathroom and took a shower. After dressing neatly, he walked out.

Matt followed behind as usual. As they stepped outside, Abner suddenly paused, “Who left my room

this morning?”