"She's back, we're divorced!"
Liam Torres, with a pale face, put the divorce papers in his hands and placed them in front of Isla White.
Isla wondered if she had heard something wrong, and for a moment, felt her eardrums buzzing.
A bright and beautiful face, now looks a little white, looking at the divorce agreement he threw in front of his own, and his handsome face of cold detachment, frowned and asked: "What do you say? Why are we getting a divorce? And, who is she?"
He called her into the bedroom to talk about this?
Liam's hawk-like eyes looked at the woman in front of him.
The only thing in his eyes, which once seemed to be full of love, was endless coldness, and he laughed sarcastically: "What am I saying, Isla? What are you pretending to be? What is Mila doing to you? I've already promised grandpa to marry you, why do you want to drive her away? You're a jealous, self-serving snake woman! Isn't it fun to deprive others of the right to pursue their dreams? Is this your style of dealing with the young lady of White family?"
He just thought Mila Morris was a good designer of jewelry and wanted to recruit her to his company, but Isla kicked her out and left Mila in the remote countryside for three years.
Isla frowned incredulously: "When did I kick Mila out? What does her pursuit of her dreams have to do with me, what am I depriving her of? And what do you mean, you promised your grandfather to marry me?"
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