Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! novel Chapter 158

'So, you think, Earning the top position whilst belonging to lower status is a pure talent and not oiling the upper class? Miss Maeve, I am afraid you are in the wrong career choice.'

Those words from her manager kept roaming in Maeve's head. Tears of penance rolled off her cheeks, as she sniffed before wiping away harshly.

All she wanted was to be an inventor of her own perfume in the world-class Reywalt Corporation. A decent job, using her talent.

But in this world, only those who can butter up and make connections can climb up the stairs. While people like her remained in the backseat, suffering and burdened with responsibilities.

Sigh... Where did she make the mistake exactly? She worked harder than others. Be on time and flexible. But when the time came for promotion, her next bench colleague got it.

Why? Only because she had some connection with the upper committee?

She slammed on the steering wheel, enraged. "Danm these people!"

Maeve drove the car, taking the beachside road. It's not populated at ten at night, yet the shortcut to her home.

The night was gloomy, somehow resembling her sour mood. Far away pink light flashed a few times, warning of the storm.

It's common in Miami. Considering, Maeve lives in a small town near the beach, the climate there was mostly humid and rainy.

One or two cars passed her at full speed, and she heightened her speed at some point. Mind grumpy at the grovelling mention of the manager.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing in the stand. One glance at the collar and her eyes narrowed. It was her father. Surely, he did not call to greet her.

Maeve avoided the call. However, her phone kept ringing. This old man wouldn't stop until she picked, would he?

With a frown, she received the call, "What happened?"

"What happened? Don't you see I am calling? Maeve, I am your father, do not forget!" Mr Blair Brooks spoke angrily.

"I am driving." She replied nonchalantly. "What do you want now?"

Blair loured at the reply, "I need some money."

A mocking smirk formed at the corner of her lips, "Why don't you ask from your billionaire wife? Did she go broke nowadays? Or, does not have enough for your drinks?"

"Watch your tone Maeve!" Her father scolded her. "My wife is your mother!"

"A step one, whom you forced in my life." The irritation in her tone was evident. Hands gripped the wheel tightly, "Anyways, I have no money."

"How could you say that to your father!? I have fed you, grown you up and now you're declining your responsibilities? Are you even my real daughter?"

Maeve felt a headache, "I wish I wasn't..." She was absentminded for a second, and suddenly,

A man wavered out of the island of Bush, startling her. She immediately pulled a break and with a screeching sound, the car stopped.

Yet, too late.

Her car bumped the man.

Slowly, she once again tried to touch his face with her shaky hand. Her hand did not reach over and the man suddenly opened his eyes, staggering her as she immediately pulled herself back, hitting her back in the car.

"Ah!" A gasp mixed with pain and Wonder fell off her. Eyes widened.

The man's gaze was sharp and ice-cold, a slight frown wrinkled his gorgeous features.

His indifferent gaze, scrutinising her presence.

Collecting herself, Maeve once again bends beside the man, "H-hey, you're wake!" She felt relieved, "I ha-ve called the ambulance, they are on the way!" She tried to comfort the man, shaking inside.

His scan assured him the innocence of the woman. Slowly, he tried to move and sat up.

Maeve helped him hastily, when she heard his groggy but deep tone, "Y-ou hit me... Yo-u bet-ter be re-spo-nsible." (You hit me, you better be responsible.)

Scarlett blinked, was she not doing that?

The man did not let her linger over her thoughts as he let himself loose on her body.

Gasping, she fell backwards on her butt with the man's upper body on her. The position was compromising at the point, yet no time to think, "Y-eah, I will be responsible. Don't be afraid." She tried to coax him. After all, a part of it was her fault.

The man noticed her appearance once again, and suddenly said, "Good, n-ow re-move you-r clothes..."

"Okay... Wait, what!?" Maeve choked on her breath.