Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 669:

Just then, Selma approached her.

“Fannie, Director White is planning a drama set in the Middle Ages. I’m thinking of auditioning.”

As an agent, it was Fannie’s responsibility to liaise with the production teams for her actors. Direct approaches from the actors themselves could spark rumors. It made perfect sense why Selma sought Fannie’s assistance. Moreover, Fannie always appreciated the drive in ambitious artists—ambition was a vital ingredient for growth in their line of work.

“I’ll do what I can to get you that audition,” Fannie assured her.

“You’re the best, Fannie!” Selma exclaimed, looping her arm through Fannie’s with a grateful squeeze. “Director White is holding auditions upstairs right now. Other agents are already there with their clients. Can we go now?”

Visualizing Bobby’s expression, Fannie replied with a hint of finality, “You should go alone. I’ll have the boss join you instead.”

“Fannie, I really wish you’d come along,” Selma implored, her charm radiating even as she pleaded.

Under normal circumstances, Fannie would have agreed to her request without hesitation. However, today was different. The last thing Fannie wanted was another encounter with Bobby.

“Just go by yourself,” Fannie said firmly.

“Okay then,” Selma agreed, though reluctantly.

Fannie had no intention of lingering. As if on cue, a lawyer from a past legal entanglement reached out to her. She quickly gathered her things and made her way to the underground parking lot.

As fate would have it, Bobby was there—a lone figure against the dim light, casually smoking beside her car.

“Finished sweet-talking your dear boyfriend?” he called out.

“How did you know I was here?” Fannie asked, trying to mask her surprise.

Bobby simply shrugged. “Just asked around.”

Fannie paused, maintaining a cautious distance before turning to leave.

“Fifi, you’re not pregnant, are you?” Bobby’s inquiry echoed across the empty parking lot.

Fannie struggled to maintain her composure, her eyes darting around nervously. Thankfully, they were alone. Bobby must be crazy.noveldrama

“What is it that you truly want from me?” she asked, her voice laced with desperation.

“Be my girlfriend,” Bobby responded with unsettling simplicity.

Fannie’s reaction was a mix of amusement and irritation. “Back when I had feelings for you, you dismissed me like I was nothing. And now, what? You think this is your moment to turn things around? Do you really see yourself as some sort of gallant hero?”

Bobby was taken aback by her eloquence and the sharpness of her words. Fannie, usually so composed, now seemed like a small, defiant rabbit, bristling with anger.

“Come on, just say it. Will you be my girlfriend or not?” he pressed.

“No.” Fannie replied firmly, turning to leave, but Bobby’s voice followed her.

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