Love Letters From My EX

“Cole, don’t cross the line! We can all see you’re trying to make Makenna lose; she’s only wearing a camisole top right now. Do you want her to be naked?”

“She should remove one piece of her clothing because I won,” Cole shrugged, “That’s the rules we agreed on,” he added, “But I don’t mind you replacing her.”

Because the heater was turned on, Gigi was just wearing a strapped dress and she would not humiliate herself for Makenna’s sake.

While they were arguing, Jared stepped forward. He placed his cloak around Makenna and said, “Let’s end here, it’s late. I’ll send you six million dollars and will not participate in the acquisition of Shelverwin Corp. Instead, I’ll be assisting you.” Before Cole had a chance to respond, he added.

Cole had humiliated Makenna, and Jared compromised, so he agreed.

“You think you won just now, the truth is, she just didn’t want to play with you,” he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and stood slowly, “Amber has been a master at poker since she was ten, even her father has lost to her, let alone me.”

“She had completely given up on you,” he grinned as he went by Jared. “Otherwise, even ten Makenna wouldn’t be able to defeat her.”

His eyes clouded as he remembered Amber’s calm expression while removing the tattoo.

That lady was a poker prodigy…

Before Cole returned, Amber and Stella shared some snacks and sang a few songs.

When Cole returned, Stella asked about what happened and was ecstatic to find that he almost stripped Makenna nude, “She would have to walk out of here absolutely naked if it wasn’t for Mr. Farrell.”

“Yes! This is what you get for bullying my babe!” Cole replied, his jaws clenched.

“Thank you,” Amber said with a smile as she clinked glasses with him.

Instead of asking why she allowed them to win, Cole drew her into his arms and said, “We’ve been sleeping together all this time. There’s no need to thank me.”

“Whoa! Is that true?” Stella’s eyes widened as she looked over.

“Of course…” Cole said.

“If you keep degrading me, I’m going to hit you in the face! He came lived with me while we were little since his parents were always busy,” Amber said, kicking him in the shins. “Most importantly, he never paid a penny,” Amber explained to Stella.

“Cole’s the degraded one here,” Stella said as she threw a disgraceful glance at Cole.

They were having a good time speaking without realizing that there was a little device taped beneath the table that was recording every word they said.

It was happening as soon as the room was full with Cole’s friends.

Amber was the quiet sort, so she took a seat in the corner and drank. However, she became a part of the group when they started playing games and drinking alcohol.

Despite losing, she was pleased and drank so many glasses of red wine that she almost passed out after a few rounds.

“I’m going to get some fresh air, you may continue.” Amber went out after telling Cole. She meant to freshen herself on the balcony, but the chilly wind made her feel ill, so she hurried to the washroom, covering her mouth.

She felt much better after vomiting up, rinsing off with cold water. And then she saw her pitiful self in the mirror.

‘I hope this is the last time I get drunk.’ She thought.

A server approached Amber with a serving tray as she walked from the restroom to the balcony. “Some water will help you feel better,” he remarked as he handed her a glass of water off his tray.

Amber sipped from the glass and said, “Thank you.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She felt someone breathing on her neck and a hand squeezing her bottom all of a sudden. “Hey, you’ve got a lovely body, what’s the price?”

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” Amber wished she could snap his fingers. However, she lacked the energy to do so after vomiting and being under the influence of alcohol. As a result, the man took her by the arms and brought her to the elevator.

The man grinned and said, “I can afford whatever price you say.”

Amber felt her strength drain from her body, and she got weak and dizzy. She struggled to stay awake by biting her tongue. She stubbed her heel on the man’s foot and staggered away, leaning against the wall for support.

But the man quickly caught up with her, angrily tugging her hair, “I said I’ll pay, you bitch…”

Before he could complete his sentence, a powerful hand grabbed his wrist.

“Ouch! Who the heck are you?” He screamed in agony and was certain that his hand might break in half at any moment.

“Mr. Farrell…” he cried as he turned around and beheld a set of icy, malevolent eyes.

“I’m honored.” As he noticed the strands of hair on his hand, his gaze darkened and his grasp tightened.

“What are your plans for my ex-wife?” Jared asked, sounding unconcerned.

Despite the fact that he was in excruciating pain, he dared not make a sound. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t realize she was your ex-wife…”

“Mr. Williams is drunk. Get a car ready,” Jared said to a server after releasing him.

Mr. Williams let out a sigh of relief thinking Jared spared him, but the next second, Jared said, “Drop him at the next hospital and get his eyes fixed.”

Mr. Williams couldn’t say anything and walked away quietly with the server.

Jared cast a glance at Amber, who was still leaning against the wall, her hair tangled and unable to stand straight, indicating that she had had too much alcohol.

Cole’s words rang in his ears, and he rushed up to Amber and grasped her shoulders, pushing her to stand.

“Why did you pretend to be a poker novice?” He spoke in a cold, impersonal tone.

“It’s none of your business!” Amber remarked as she swung free from him but instead fell into his arms.

She forced herself to remain still and noticed a man staring at her intently.

“It’s none of my business? It’s none of my business!”