Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 200 I Don't Like Her

Although the senior executives of KIA Group severely felt dissatisfied, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, the AN Group was the powerhouse in the industry. If the king forbade, what could a lowly merchant do? They didn't have enough strength to contradict their decision. In the end, they could only complain about it. They knew far too well that retaliation against the alpha group would be as ultimate as suicide.

After the people of the KIA Group left, the assistant heaved a gallop of a sigh of relief. She whispered, "Whenever Mr. Kevin is in a bad mood, everything would be an exhausting pain in the neck!"

In the grand Angel Hotel,

the presidential suite in Room 3323 was notorious for costing a lifetime’s worth of stash to afford the royal accommodation.

The hefty crocodile-leathered lounger, the lush velvety carpet, matched with the most prestigious red wine, and the faint sweet and tangy smell of plum that encapsulated the four corners of the room all showed the prominent status of the people lodging in it.

Ryan, in his pajamas, leaned against the window and watched the charming bustle of the evening scene outside.

The quiet night seemed to hide endless untold secrets, just lurking and waiting all over the place for him to explore. If he found the weak spot of the dark night, then he could satisfy his hunger for supremacy.

He looked drained, but he didn't want to rest just yet.

This would be the most glorious day for the KIA Group. Once they attained a signed agreement with the AN Group, he could finally be able to reconnect with Anne, and once the fallen bridge between

them was restored, he would be able to get ten percent of the shares of AN Group. If things went according to his plot, his talent would be known. At that time, even the AN Group would only be on par with his company at most. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hello, how was the meeting?" Ryan spoke in a calm and anxious voice,

but when he heard the man’s response over the phone, his expression suddenly took a shift.

"They didn't agree? Damn it! We have sacrificed so much for this. Why did he refuse our proposal?" Ryan couldn't keep his peace of mind until he heard the reassurance from the other end of the line.

When he was informed that Kevin didn't show up because he had other business matters to deal with, Ryan was so furious that he almost sent his phone flying across the room.

"Okay, I see. You keep an eye on the company and wait for their news." Without saying another word, Ryan hung up the phone. Looking weary and worn, he drank up the red wine in his glass to regain his composure.

Last time, he was uncertain whether he could find his way back to Anne's heart or not. After all, he protected Anne when she was young and that was all. The two of them had an upright relationship, but not too deep for her to seek his presence. Moreover, Anne was under the control of Kevin, so Ryan had no chance at all.

But things changed, Ryan heard that Anne and Kevin had divorced and that she had a foul and traumatic relationship with him.

"Anne, you are mine alone," said Ryan in a deep and resonant voice that faded in the somewhat blurred yellowish lights of the streets.

In the Fu Family's old house,

the main room was stunningly ornate. The lights breached the surrounding pitch-black evening as the outdoor proximities seemed to be under the shine of daytime. The servants were walking around in a careful way as they prepared the feast on the table.

In the vast and spacious high-ceiling living room that seemed to cover a thousand square meters, Selma and Rose sat on the porous and downy sofa with two brightly smiling faces.

Rose carefully dressed up tonight to make sure she looked magnificent. She was wearing a long silky white evening dress. Her hair was smooth and light as it swayed to her gracious movements. Her eyes were innocent, and on top of all that, her smile glistened like pearls. Without a doubt, she dolled herself like a goddess.

"Rose, I'm so happy that you are able to come and see me today," Selma said in delight as she cupped Rose's hand.

"I'm so excited to see you, auntie. You are such a wonderful person. I always think of you!" Rose had a smooth tongue and Selma couldn't help but giggle from the flattering.

However, Rose's eyes were somewhat lost as if she was looking for something.

Selma keenly noticed this gesture because she knew that Rose was here for Kevin.

"Rose, wait here. If you need anything, just call the servants. Feel at home! I'll just go to the loo," Selma said as she excused herself with a smile and left her seat.

From beginning to end, Rose hasn't caught a glimpse of Kevin. She felt that her visit was all in vain and that it was an embarrassing disappointment.

Meanwhile, in the washroom, Selma stood in front of the mirror with her golden fishtail dress. Although she was not as youthful anymore, she was still an exquisite woman.

She hurriedly called his son and said, "Kevin, can you go home now? Your grandfather is sick. I hope it's not too much for you to come back and see him."

After getting the confirmation from Kevin, Selma hung up the phone thrillingly.

In the bar, heartbeats pounded to the rave music, and the smell of alcohol and feminine perfume passed by in front of Kevin from time to time. The scents made him extremely annoyed.

At this time, three buttons of his shirt came untied, revealing his delicate yet seducing collarbone.

He sat there like a lonely king, who did not need anyone's comfort but had a lethal attraction to people. There were constant beauties who wanted to approach him, but they were all mercilessly shooed away like filthy harlots.

He indulged in a glass of wine, and his face was blandly calm even though the puny wine was not enough to numb him from the pain.

He told himself that he wanted to unwind, but he ended up missing Anne more. He wanted to pull Anne closer and closer into his arms, but for some reason, the distance between the two of them was getting farther and farther apart.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Feeling the vibration of his phone, Kevin was quick to pick up the call.

"Grandpa is sick? Okay, I'll be on my way." After hanging up, he hastily left the bar and headed home.

Kevin skipped a beat when he heard that his grandfather was ill. The thought that something bad would happen to the old man was nerve-racking.

In his heart, his grandfather was more important than anyone else. It was the man who guided him step by step to reach this pinnacle in his life.

When he arrived home, he noticed that the door was open. He grew dubious as he immediately heard the soothing music coming from the living room.

"Are there any guests today?" Kevin walked to the basin and asked the servant.

"Yes, Miss Rose from L Group came to visit today. Mrs. Selma has been waiting for you," the servant answered honestly.

Kevin frowned and asked, "Is something wrong with Grandpa?"

"None at all. The Master delightfully had an amazing appetite today. He had already taken his medication and is probably asleep now."

The servant's words turned Kevin's suspicion into annoyance. When he was about to storm in and question his mother, he saw Selma come out of the corner.

"Mom, Grandpa is perfectly fine. Why did you lie to me?" Kevin was worried to death about his grandfather’s well-being, so he was infuriated upon hearing the truth.

Selma snorted, "Well if I didn't invent the story, will you come back? What did I tell you? I want you to come back early to discuss Eddy's condition. Do you even know what time it is?"

"Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry," Kevin said unruffled.

"You forgot? How could you overlook such an important thing? Your mind is too full of Anne right now that you disregard your son," Selma said discontentedly, but Kevin was guilty and didn’t refute.

Selma was right. He was thinking about his anger for Anne that he forgot about today’s meeting.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Rose's voice came out of nowhere. Her voice was mild as she was equally drunk from the booze and naive from the quarrel.

"Rose, it’s nothing. I'm just talking to Kevin. Look, he came back for you!" said Selma with an ear-to-ear smile.

"Oh, I must have lost track of time. It's getting late, auntie. I think I should go now. I'm sorry to bother you." Although Rose was tipsy, she was still sophisticated and polite.

"Well, Miss Rose, please help yourself," Kevin said nonchalantly.

"Well, since we finally met, how about we have a couple of drinks together?" said Rose with a tremendously pleased beam on her face. Although deep down, she felt a little bitter because Kevin didn't seem to be interested to see her.

"No, thanks. I don't like to meet drunkards." After saying that, Kevin was about to storm off to his room,

but before he could even take a few steps, Selma stopped him. She stiffened up, and said, "Kevin, try taking one more step?"

As expected, Kevin didn't move anymore upon hearing her mother. Selma turned to look at Rose, eased herself as if her aggressiveness melted like ice cream, and said in a soft tone, "Rose, have a drink with Kevin."

The servant came over and handed the wine tray to them. Rose took two glasses of wine and gave one to Kevin. She said, "Mr. Kevin, it’s nice to meet you."

Hearing this, Kevin took the glass and gulped it bottoms up without any emotion.

Rose tried to keep up with him and did the same thing, but she was too intoxicated and wobbly to even walk straight. After another glass of wine, she couldn't even stand steadily and almost fell to the ground. Selma immediately supported her back to her footing and gazed at Kevin.

"Since Grandpa is not sick, I'll leave. Mom, please don't do this again. I don't like her," Kevin said straightforwardly. He could only pray that Selma would give up fixing him up with Rose.

"It's not up to you whether you like her or not, Kevin. You will marry Rose not because you fancy her but because I said so!" said Selma domineeringly.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I won't listen to your plea," said Kevin dismissively. After that, he left the scene and went back to his room.

Selma was extremely fuming like a mad bull that she kept hoarsely panting, but she knew she couldn't do anything to mandate his son.

Upstairs, Kevin flicked the switch and the light illuminated his slick bedroom. His back was tall and lonely which made people beg to hug him from behind.

The room was luxuriously decorated with authentic ivory wall carvings, but the interior was imperatively arrange by Selma for him which he didn't like at all.

At this moment, Kevin took a good panoramic look of his room seemingly contextualizing something in his thoughts.

"Kevin, I know you're not happy about what happened today, but I'm telling you, now that Anne can't have another child, you have to think about Eddy's illness," said Selma as she spoke in a whispering voice even though her rage was apparent in her breath.

Kevin responded nothing but silence. Selma continued, "I know you love Anne, and I opposed your relationship with her, but please, for the sake of your son, can you listen to me just this once?"

"Even if it cost me the child's life, I won't sacrifice losing Anne again," Kevin explained his bizarre thought to her which left Selma petrified like a stone statue.

She didn't expect that Kevin would love Anne so much to the point of abandoning his son.

"But there has to be a solution. Rose has the same blood type as yours. One night, Kevin, and she will give birth to a child after nine months that would save my dear Eddy's life. I beg you, please!"

Although she never had a soft spot for Anne, she tenderly loved Eddy from the bottom of her heart.

"There is a solution, Mom. It will take some time, but I will find it." Kevin's voice was fatigued, and he didn't have the energy to say anything more.

"Yes, there is a solution, but it's very risky to gamble on it. Why don't you take the fast-track to your son’s survival?" Selma had had enough of Kevin's arrogance, but she felt helpless.

"It's my choice to decide, Mom. If you still love me as your son, then can you please leave me and Anne alone in the future?" Kevin had his fill of being torn in a dilemma between the love of his life and the woman who nursed him to life.

"You..." Selma wanted to drop the blame on Kevin, but in the end, she chose to say nothing.