Hunting for His EX-Wife

Martha froze. Instantly, she thought about another possibility.

“Do you have a grudge against Stefan?”

Rhys only curled his lips, showing a meaningful smile to Martha.

‘A grudge?’

Rhys didn’t want to answer her question but was more intrigued by her.

Martha roughly figured out the answer.

‘If Rhys has a grudge against Stefan, I am just a good pawn for him.’

‘What a cunning businessman Rhys is!’

Looking at him coldly, she said, “Mr. Williams, if you use me as a pawn to deal with Stefan, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed in the end.”

Rhys knocked the desk with his knuckles, arching his eyebrows.

“Who said you were a pawn?”

Martha frowned, looking into his eyes without replying.

“Probably, I’ll truly fall in love with you in the future.”

He leaned forward and replied in a mellow voice.

He still didn’t forget to flirt with her.

Martha leaned backward to distance herself from him.

“Mr. Williams, please stop kidding me. Since you spoke it out, it meant you were kidding only. However…”

Martha broke off purposely.

Meeting Rhys’ curious gaze, she added, “If you want to steal Stefan’s woman, you should pay attention to Hollie.”

After all, Hollie was the woman Stefan loved most, while she was just nothing for Stefan.

Rhys felt her mood change, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. Shaking his head in disagreement, he said, “Miss Doyle, it seems you are unaware of your current position.”

Martha’s eyes twinkled. Pressing her lips together, she kept silent.

She knew what Rhys implied, but she’d rather believe that Stefan was heartless than that he was now in love with her.

After all, she could never forget the lessons learned before.

If it weren’t for Jimmy, she wouldn’t have approached Stefan again.

“Mr. Williams, about that land project…”

Martha straightened up, returned to professional, and discussed the project with Rhys.

…

When Martha returned to the Harrison Villa, it was already evening.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Once she entered the living room, she saw Stefan sitting at the dining table.

‘He hasn’t had dinner yet. Is he waiting for me?’

‘No way!’

She looked away, ignored him, and was about to go to her bedroom upstairs.

No sooner had she taken a step than Stefan’s cool voice rang out, “Stop!”

“What can I do for you, Mr. Harrison?” Martha asked frigidly, clenching her hands together.

“Eat.”

“No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”

Her refusal made Stefan sullen.

“You were not in the Doyle Group today,” he added.

Martha was amused, wondering if he cared about her whereabouts.

She turned to look at him.

“Mr. Harrison, I’m sure you’ve found where I was already.”

“Martha!” he called her impatiently in a warning tone.

Martha could tell he was annoyed.

Unwilling to argue with him, she didn’t leave but raised her chin and said calmly, “I went to meet a client. We discussed the project.”

‘Did she meet Rhys?’

Stefan frowned, angry flames burning in his chest.

“Discuss the project?”

Before Martha left, Stefan stood up and approached her with a stern face.

He seized her right wrist and asked, a cold aura surrounding him, “Did you discuss the project or do something else?”