The woman sitting next to Herman Hawthorne recognized her at a glance—his ex-wife.
After glancing at his expression, she took the initiative to say, "You two are divorced. You should go your separate ways, shouldn't you?"
Zoe Ellsworth's entire demeanor was aggressive. "Was I talking to you?"
The woman frowned, then whined coquettishly to the man beside her, "Young Master Hawthorne, look at her."
Herman Hawthorne placed a finger on the woman's lips. "Baby, don't pay her any mind."
"Heh..." Zoe Ellsworth downed the alcohol in her glass in one go, the burn stinging her throat.
"Don't pay me any mind? Herman Hawthorne, who was it that shamelessly insisted on sleeping with me just a few days ago?"
"AHEM, AHEM, AHEM..." Herman Hawthorne choked too. A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes. 'I can't believe she actually dared to say that out loud...'
"You shameless bitch! Young Master Hawthorne doesn't even want to look at you, you... AHHH!!!"
