Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 

I walked over and saw the lewd scene on his phone screen, immediately turning to leave! 

What he showed me was the video from that night of Jessica and John. 

“What’s the rush?” 

He stretched out his long legs, blocking my path, and pulled back on the progress bar. 

The video screen turned pitch black, but I could hear voices. 

And it was a voice I knew very well. 

“Can you keep this to yourself for now?” 

“I can. What’s in it for me?” 

“What do you want in return?” 

“I haven’t decided yet. How about this. You promise me something. When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” 

“Deal.” 

After hearing this conversation, I looked up at him in shock and disbelief. “You actually recorded it?” 

It seemed like there was no order to things, but when it came to doing things, there were no holes at 

all. 

“Just happened to catch it.” He chuckled softly, unabashed and arrogant. “Does this count as evidence?” 

“You’re ruthless.” I was somewhat speechless, and my tone wasn’t nice. “Spit it out. What do you want?” 

Could it be that he wanted me to hurry up and divorce Ryan? 

That would be a blessing in disguise for me. 

“There’s a birthday banquet the day after tomorrow, and I need a female companion.” 

“Huh?” I had no interest in banquets and the like right now. “Can I not go?” 

“What do you think?” 

“Got it.” 

I’ll go just this once,‘ I said inwardly. 

After saying that, I was about to turn around and go home when the elevator suddenly opened. Jane 

saw me and strode over, glancing at Frank, somewhat amazed. “Oh, you have friends here?” 

With that, she was about to hook her arm through mine and enter Frank’s house. 

“This is his place. My place is on the other side.” 

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I grabbed her arm and led her in the direction of my house. 

Jane whispered, “Oh, so he is…” 

“He’s the one who caused my divorce not to happen.” I didn’t lower my voice, intentionally saying it loud enough for Frank to hear. 

Delaying my affairs, and now still making demands on me. 

Only someone like him, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid, would have such audacity. 

Jane chuckled upon hearing this. “So he’s the one I want to treat a meal to?” 

“He doesn’t need you to treat him to a meal.” 

According to Jack, families like the Smith family could afford anything. If we really treated him to dinner, both Jane and I probably couldn’t afford it. 

“Who said?” Unexpectedly, Mr. Smith was very straightforward. “I’m very available. When are you planning to treat me?”