My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Quentin was stunned when he heard Pearl say "I don't know him" with a poker face

Quentin's face turned stoic as he asked, "What's going on? Did Mare bully you again! Tell me, I'll get someone to put a sack over him and brat hum "No need. Don't go looking for trouble with him" Pearl said.

Pearl's expression was calm as she continued, "I only hope that he can fade out of my life now and stay as far away from me as possible"

Quentin stared at Pearl intensely and felt she was not speaking out of anger.

"What happened? Aren't you still in love with him? Quentin asked.

Pearl stopped chopping the vegetables and looked up at Quentin before she said, "Quemin, I've already grown up. I'm no longer the loving little gul from before She smiled faintly again and continued, "Right now, I love myself more than I love him."

It was really difficult to love only one person in one's life.

This period of busyness helped Pearl regain her confidence. It had also given her a new understanding of herself.

She thrived when focusing on her career instead of romance

This was what she was familiar with and good at.

It was exactly the message that The Queen, which was designed by Ads, was trying to convey. "If no one dotes on me, I will be the master of my own life

The next morning, before going to the company. Mare made a trip to the Jacob Museum.

The Jacob Museum was the Males family's private museum. It was semi-open. Brooke and Mr. Miller, who used to work in the Cultural Heritage: Bureau, were old acquaintances. After he retired, he came over to help Brooke manage the museum's affairs. was close

He had watched Marc grow up. Although the two were not related by blood, their relationship was

Mr. Miller looked at a rosewood chair endearingly. His eyes behind his reading glasses were sparkling as he commented. "Not bad. A rosewood rose chair with intricate carvings. Kid. is this authentic!" Marc grunted as he nodded.

"Is it really for me!" Mr. Miller said as he was pleasantly surprised and in disbelief.

Marc grunted again.

Mr. Miller sat down and closed his eyes to feel in. He shook his head and said in a spirited tone, "Why are you gifting this to me out of the blue? You must be up to something. If you need my help. just say it Marc bowed and immediately stated his purpose for coming. "I want to ask you about the Master Marlene"

"Master Marlene... I heard that her news has been all over the television recently. Has she come out of retirement again!" Mr. Miller asked.

He was very well informed.

When Thomas heard this, he felt that there was a chance and asked excitedly, "Do you know the old lady!"

"I don't know him. Mr. Miller replied as he shook his head and frowned. By the way, who told you that Master Marlene is an old lady?"

It was Marc's turn to frown.

Thomas opened his eyes and asked. "Is Master Marlene not an old lady?"

Miller retorted, "A master is a

na master. It refers to her attainments in a certain field. It has to do with skills, not age."

The rose chair was good, but the backrest was not high. When one sat on it, one's back was not well supported. Mr. Miller got uncomfortable after witing on it for a long time and stood up.

Mart raised his hand and helped him up. The three of them walked towards the living room.

"Mr. Miller, how much do you know about Master Marlene?" Thomas asked carefully as he brewed coffee at the sicle. "You just said that she's not an

old lady. Could she be a little girl?"

Mr. Miller frowned and thought momentarily before saying. "Let me think. When I first found out about her, she was not even ten. She was a linde girl then. After fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years.....

Mr. Miller counted with his fingers and exclaimed, "Oh, it's been seventeen years. She should still be under thirty this year. Compared to me, she's still a little girl"

Mr. Miller said in a matter-of-fact tone. However, it sounded like a fantasy to Mare and Thomas.

The famous Master Marlene was actually a young lady who was in her twenties!

How was this possible?

Back at the CEO's office, Hubert asked Pearl as soon as he entered, "How do you plan

plan to celebrate your 25th birthday?"

Pearl was buried in her documents. Without looking up, she said, "Tim not celebrating it "That won't do, Hubert replied.

Hubert walked over and leaned against her desk as he said, "You have to eat and celebrate your birthday. After all, you're heailing towardsExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

What a sensitive topic. That was why Pearl did not want to celebrate her birthday.

After all, everyone would want to stay young and live as if they were 18 forever.

your.

Pearl glared at Hubert coldly as she retorted, "So what if I'm in my thirties? Even if I'm in my seventies or eighties, I'm still younger and prettier than you." asked

you to roll out of your mother's womb last! As for how good you look...

"It's true that you're younger than us. Who as

Hubert deliberately paused. Under Pearl's intense gaze, he reluctantly admitted it. He raised his hand, stroked Pearl's hair, and said, "Alright, you're the most beautiful. Even a fairy is not as beautiful as you." Pearl slapped his hand away in disgust and warned him. "Don't you dare throw me a birthday party. I won't go."

"If we don't hold a birthday party for you, how are we going to eat cake?" Hubert asked matter-of-factly.

Hubert continued, "I've already sold our brothers to come to Nanston to celebrate your birthday with you. However, Oliver might not be able to come. He's been busy these days."

Pearl naturally hoped that the brothers could make it. Ever since their mother passed away, the siblings had been busy with their affairs and had not been together for a long time.

She pinched the space between her eyebrows and said weakly, "If getting together means organizing a birthday bash, then so be it."

That's right. What's there to be afraid of? You're only 25 years old. You're still five years away from 30, Hubert added.

Hubert's words did not bring any comfort to Pearl. She smiled at him weakly but thought about the lyrics, "You will never understand my sadness, just like how the sun will never understand the moon.."

There was still more than a week to Pearl's birthday, so there was no need to be too anxious. There was an even more important matter at hand. "Your reputation as Master Marlene is gaining traction. Many people are gunning for your comeback this time. Many from the Law family have asked me about it and want to buy your work, Hubent commented.

In this era of the internet, information is everywhere. If someone with ulterior motives investigates, they might be able to find you. What are your plans?" Hubert asked stoically.

Pearl muttered, "I don't have any other motives for doing this. Aside from promoting Woolery Jewelry, I want to force Grandpa to come out of hiding"

"Your grandfather, is there still no news of hum

ham Hubert asked,

Frarl shook her head and replied; the media has caused such a huge commotion. Grandpa should have seen it. This is a signal the on. The day I make a coinelark will be the day he returns home. I think it should be won."

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