His Beloved Ex-Wife

“My wife died young, and I was left with only one daughter, Tiff. She was pampered and coddled from a young age, so much so that she even feared speaking to strangers If I were to be brought down by my own people, what would become of her 

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, nearly breaking down in tears in front of Tiffany. It was as if he was on the verge of putting on a show of deep father–daughter 

affection 

If he hadn’t shed tears, his words would have been more convincing 

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In contrast, Tufan was much quicker to get into character. “Jose, Em begging you 

pinas no hold this against my father this time? He truly didn’t know auling before, it’s not his fault for being unaware. Besides, we will definitely find 

way compensate the victims in the future 

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke to Nilou and Rhizone. “Little ones, don’t worry. We’ll find a way to make it up to the villagers. If my father can’t manage it, I’ll find a way…” 

Sometimes, tears could also become a weapon 

Lysanne had no desire to be involved with the Lanister family anymore. At that moment, she lowered her gaze, focusing solely on Aurora, Nilou, and Rhizone to shield them from any potential harm. 

Upon hearing someone crying, Aurora didn’t show any intention of joining in. Instead, she simply looked up in confusion. 

After listening quietly for a moment, Josiah unexpectedly called over the secretary who was stationed nearby. “Olivia, come over here a moment” 

Dillon and Tiffany thought he was going to change his mind, so they both held their breaths and waited intently 

Yet all he said was, “Bring in a cushion.” 

The staff in the secretary’s office all worked under Carol. Their understanding of Josiah might have been limited, but their work ethic was beyond reproach. They immediately fetched a cushion for him. 

“Here, Mr. Guerra” 

Josiah didn’t take it, instead, he pointed toward Lysanne, indicating for her to pass 

Hover 

Larsanne’s expression shifted slightly, unsure of what game he was playing. 

Did he expect her to use the cushion for self–defense? 

Surety Unilon wouldn’t reson to laying a hand on her in Guerra Group 

Cv was quite observing the provide all 

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Dir way doh quicker to get into character Jose Fm begging you. Can you přease not hold dass against my father this time? He truly didn’t know anything before, it’s not his fault for being unaware. Besides, we will definitely find 

way to compemate the victims in the future 

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke to Nilou and Rhizone “Little ones. don’t worry We’ll find a way to make it up to the villagers. If my father can’t manage it. I’ll find a way.” 

Sometimes, tears could also become a weapon. 

Lysanne had no desire to be involved with the Lanister family anymore. At that moment, she lowered her gaze, focusing solely on Aurora, Nilou, and Rhizone to shield them from any potential harm. 

Upon hearing someone crying, Aurora didn’t show any intention of joining in Instead, she simply looked up in confusion. 

After listening quietly for a moment, Josiah unexpectedly called over the secretary who was stationed nearby. “Olivia, come over here a moment.” 

Dillon and Tiffany thought he was going to change his mind, so they both held their breaths and waited intently. 

Yet all he said was, “Bring in a cushion.” 

The staff in the secretary’s office all worked under Carol. Their understanding of Josiah might have been limited, but their work ethic was beyond reproach. They immediately fetched a cushion for him. 

Here, Mr. Guerra 

Josiah didn’t take it, instead, he pointed toward Lysanne, indicating for her to pass it over 

Iysanne’s expression shifted slightly, unsure of what game he was playing. 

Did he expect her to use the cushion for self–defense? 

Surely. Dillon wouldn’t resort to laying a hand on her in Guerra Group. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Olivia was quite observant, she promptly placed the cushion behind Lysanne’s Watt Ms Guerra, would you like to try it this way? If it’s not comfortable, Leth 

sisther and 

The form Mix Guerra had completely baffled everyone present 

Only Josiah Nilou, and Rhizome, maintained their usual composure. 

Tsanne looked at Josiah with a questioning look. What was he up to? 

This wasn’t the original plan. 

“The couch in this conference room is made of rosewood, it’s too firm. Sitting for a long time can cause back pain, you should use a cushion.” 

“1–I’m fine, my back doesn’t hurt.” 

Josiah said, “Go ahead and use it.” 

Then, with a wave of his hand, he signaled for Olivia to leave. 

Olivia gave a slight nod, obediently stepping out. However, she lingered not too far away, waiting to be summoned. 

The quality of the secretaries at Guerra Group was indeed high. Carol had already proven to be highly competent, and Olivia seemed to be another capable assistant 

During this time, Tiffany did nothing but sob, unable to utter a single coherent word. 

Upon witnessing Josiah’s deliberate ignorance toward them, Dillon felt a sense of impending doom. 

“Um. Mr. Guerra…” 

“Mr. Lanister, considering our age difference, you’re my elder. I don’t want to make this situation any uglier than it has to be Why don’t you turn yourself in?” 

Dillon’s face instantly turned sour “Mr. Guerra, even the police haven’t said anything yet Have you already decided I’m guilty?” 

“Whether you re guilty or not, you should know better than anyone else, I don’t need to decide that for you. However, if you’re unwilling to turn 

have 

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