Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 11

"Belle." A low, melodious male voice came through the air like a magic sound.

It was like a ripple on a calm lake, or starlight in the darkness of the night, bringing new hope to everything.

Belle was stunned as she raised her head, who else but him could call her in such a voice?

Is he here?

A handsome man in a suit, tall and eye-catching is walking towards her, his face is filled with a decent and charming smile, his eyes gentle, and his whole body is permeated with a noble and unpredictable aura, definitely different from ordinary powerful men. That kind of distant and quiet nobility and calm and self-effacing elegance quietly dipped out, dignity written on his face.

He instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Belle, it's really you! At last I've found you!" The man wore a light smile, his gaze as warm as fire, and his bright eyes were full of tenderness.

"Rhys." Belle was only stunned for an instant, and came back to her senses, her eyes streaming with light, like the dazzling starlight of a dark night.

Her heart warmed as if the floodgates had been released, all the pressure instantly leaking out, and she felt a surge of peace and gentleness within.

"Rhys, what brings you here?" She asked in surprise, with a natural and soft smile on her face, as if she were a different person, the coldness in her body vanishing in the moment.

Calvin had never seen such a bright and cheerful smile from Belle. In front of him, her smile was always so stiff and cold, like an iceberg that would not melt in a million years, but only then did Calvin feel that her coldness was actually only directed at him.

Her pure, natural smile was a thousand miles away from him, and his anger rose.

"Belle, why did you come back without my approval?" The man's torch-like gaze was fixed on Belle's pale face. Her weak appearance made him feel pity, and his hand, uncontrollably, caressed her head with an unforgiving reproach.

"I ......" Belle was speechless, still seeming to be in a dream, murmuring.

"Belle, what's wrong? You look very pale!" The man stared intently at Belle's face with tightened eyebrows, worry overflowing as his large hand stroked her eyebrows.

"Rhys, I'm fine." Belle smiled blandly, "What a coincidence to meet you here!"

"It's a bit of a coincidence." The man nodded, and then his gaze sank, "Had I not come looking for you, were you planning never to return?"

"Rhys Atkinson, oh my god, he's Rhys Atkinson." The crowd suddenly shrieked out after a brief moment of silence.

"Rhys Atkinson is here!"

The crowd is getting less and less quiet, dumbfounded and with inexplicable excitement on their faces.

Rhys, President of the world-renowned Atkinson Corp, headquartered in LA, which operates in all the world's popular industries, producing mainly luxury cars, with untold wealth!

However, what is even more legendary is Rhys, the president of the Atkinson Corp, a global mythical figure, so young and handsome that no one has ever seen him at any public function.

There are even rumours that many officials are now relying on his financial resources to help them run for office.

His existence is absolutely mythical.