Hunting for His EX-Wife

Hollie subconsciously clenched her fists. However, she knew that now was not the time to get angry, so she had been holding back her anger.

The next second, something came to her mind, and a disdainful smile touched her lips.

“Martha, Mr. Williams sponsored your art exhibition not long ago. You two were already close at that time, right?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Martha understood her implications and darted at her indifferently. “Whatever you think.”

Then she picked up her cup and left the lounge elegantly.

Hollie gazed at her back scornfully.

Although Martha didn’t answer, she knew she was right.

Martha must have an affair with Rhys. That was the reason she reach cooperation with the Williams Group so easily.

If Martha didn’t have an affair with Rhys, the Doyle Group would stand no chance to win the partnership with the Williams Group, since the development project on the land was coveted by countless business owners.

After all, the Williams Group was ten times more famous than the Doyle Group.

Hollie stared at the water dispenser in a daze, her eyes glinting with shrewdness.

She had to admit Martha had become more cunning and tricky after four years.

Firstly, Martha came back through the art exhibition sponsored by Rhys. Now, she gained a foothold in Williams Group through her cooperation with the Williams Group.

‘Martha, think you can kick me out because you’ve become cleverer? Dream on! You could not defeat me four years ago, and you still can’t now!’

…

That afternoon, rumors spread throughout the Doyle Group that Martha and Rhys might have an affair.

The employees discussed it secretly.

Some said they were in love, and some said Martha was using Rhys and spoke highly about her shrewdness.

Some also remarked that she could gain anything as she was good-looking.

…

Martha’s office.

When it was almost time to get off work, Jane reported the rumors and mockeries to Martha.

After that, she remarked angrily, “These people don’t even know what’s going on, but they just set tongues wagging about you.”

“If you weren’t good at painting, how could you hold an art exhibition? You get where you are because you are capable. I think they are just jealous of you.”

Listening to her grumble, Martha shook her head and chuckled, “Life is boring. Of course, they need something to entertain.”

Jane looked at her in shock and confusion, “Aren’t you mad?”

Martha shook her head, opening the business plan calmly.

“A clean hand wants no washing. Why would I be mad?”

Rumors would vanish one day, so she had never paid attention to such scandals.

After all, such a thing was made by a clown, and Hollie was the one.

When it was time to get off, Martha picked up her handbag and left the company without working overtime.

She hadn’t been back to the Doyle Villa for several days, so she needed to go back to visit her father tonight.

On the way, she bought some fresh fruits, feeling delighted.

She had returned, and she believed everything would be better this time.

…

The Doyle Manor.

“Good evening, Lady Martha,” the servants and maids greeted her politely.

They were all carefully selected by Martha to serve Maxwell, so she trusted them.

Martha nodded at them in response. After putting down the shopping bag, she saw the two figures having a walk in the yard through the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Dad! Bianca!”

When Bianca pushed Maxwell’s wheelchair to have a walk, she heard Martha’s voice. With a smile, she turned around. “Lady Martha, you are home.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Bianca.”

Martha beamed at her, feeling warmth filling her heart.