Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1045

Just like that, Wilma seemed to regain a measure of vitality.

Zoey clicked a picture of her, spruced it up a bit, and then let Wilma upload it on her Twitter account.

[I'm sorry to have worried everyone. I just woke up. Some of my team leaders from the company have been with me in the hospital. I'm okay now. I hope my fans will refrain from any extreme actions and won't harm those who have stood by me through this. This incident wasn't the company's fault; none of us expected it to happen.]

This tweet quickly trended on Twitter, which eased some of the negative attention aimed at Star Movie Group.

Upon seeing this, the fans who had been keeping vigil outside the company's office slowly dispersed.

The police would handle those fans who had let their anger bubble over to the point of smashing windows.

Maja rose and looked out the window. There were still many fans gathered below, but at least she could leave now.

It was then that Zoey reminded her, "Mr. Pennyfeather, it's seven o'clock. You have a gala to attend."

Maja nodded, instructed Wilma to rest well, and then quickly left.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at Greenfield Gardens had turned somber.

From six o'clock onwards, the servants kept glancing at the clock on the wall, but Maja never showed up.

The top-notch styling team that had been hired was waiting in the living room for Maja.

Ian's look was already prepared, and he had even arranged a tuxedo for Maja.

Although he had been annoyed with her for brushing him off lately, he couldn't continue this cold war, especially when they were attending the gala together.

However, as the clock struck six-thirty, the stylists started to express their concerns.

"Mr. Raymond, the gala begins at seven, and it will take at least an hour to get Maja ready."

In other words, if Maja didn’t show up soon, they would all be late.

Ian didn't respond, but anyone could tell that his aura had turned even colder.

When seven o'clock rolled around, the time the gala was supposed to start, Maja was still nowhere to be seen.

His eyes hardened, and he stood up, figuring that she must have forgotten about the event.

"No need to wait for her any longer. You all may leave."

He had to leave as well; after all, it was his close friend's birthday gala.

None of the stylists dared to ask any further questions, knowing that his mood was far from good.

Ian got into his car without uttering a word.