Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 14 Resign

Chapter 14 Resign

In Amarilla City, no one dared to speak to Christian like that, let alone beat him.

Christian was shocked and unfamiliar with Anastasia's reaction.

After relieving the pain, Christian gradually stood up straight, but his face was still pale. His eyes were

brooding with mixed feelings.

They both refused to budge.

Derek walked over from not far away and squeezed Anastasia's shoulder affectionately with a smile.

"What did you say?"

Anastasia smiled, and her voice was indifferent and lazy,

"Mr. Patterson doubts my ability to work, so I advise him to stop worrying."

"Be polite."

Derek's tone was doting, and he looked at Christian.

"Mr. Patterson, Anastasia is a talented student who graduated from a world-famous university. After

graduation, she worked in a famous group with outstanding abilities. As the director, she deserves her

name."

The moment the two men looked at each other, they seemed to be secretly contending.

Christian knew the famous group well.

But he frowned slightly after hearing about her university.

Why had he never heard of it?

When Anastasia's information was put in front of him, he didn't even look at it. To put it bluntly, he didn't

want to waste time getting to know this person.

But her workability was outstanding and impeccable.

He habitually regarded her as a dispensable secretary and never wanted her to hold a more important

position.

She solved countless difficulties for him in the group, but he didn't take it seriously.

After greeting, Derek took Anastasia away, and Christian did not stop him.

His eyes gradually became gloomy, and his forehead knotted in a frown, which showed he was

unhappy.

And all of this was clearly seen by Beatrice.

Her face was pale, and she was jealous and unwilling.

They were divorced, but Anastasia was still seducing Christian. Why was she so shameless?

She must stop them from getting back together again!

Anastasia talked with someone on the second floor.

She held a glass of red wine and leaned gently against the railing with a bright and calm smile.

The director was just a starting point.

As Christian was surrounded by people, Beatrice managed to find a chance to get out of his sight and

went straight to the second floor.

When the person in front of Anastasia left, she immediately leaned over.

She was still in a pitiful posture.

"Anastasia, you are so powerful. Can you help me?"

Indifferent, Anastasia glanced at her and looked away with a bit of impatience.

What a disappointment!

"Can you resign? Can't you see that men don't like strong women? If you continue like this, Derek will

abandon you sooner or later!"

Anastasia sneered at her coldly,

"Do you think that all men are as blind as Christian? Will everyone fall in love with a useless scumbag

like you?"

Beatrice froze and glared at her angrily instead of being pitiful.

"Anastasia, it was you who broke my relationship with Christian. I just took back my things, and you are

the mistress. You are shameless to blame me."

Anastasia swallowed the pungent wine lightly, and her bright eyes were instantly cold.

She slowly took a step forward, saying coldly,

"You killed my child on purpose."

Beatrice was startled, and a smug smile appeared on her face,

"Yes, Christian said that he would not allow other women to be his child's mother. He only wants me, so

I just did a small favor."

She took a step back with a smile, and when she reached the stairs, she seemed crazy.

"Anastasia, as soon as you got married, Christian reunited with me. You were deceived like a fool. How

are you fighting with me? How dare a child who deserves to die to stand in my way?"

The forgotten past was deliberately brought up.

Anastasia's calm heart was perturbed.

She didn't care about Beatrice's and Christian's humiliation.

But she couldn't stand Beatrice arrogantly mocking her child as unworthy of birth.

Every word Beatrice said was like a knife, stabbing into her chest little by little, and the pain spread all

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She suddenly raised her hand and slapped Beatrice's face. Clap...

At the same time, Beatrice fell back.

Next second.

She rolled down the stairs.

"Ah!"

The miserable screams resounded throughout the banquet hall.