My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Upon seeing Pearl the young female artist cried out. "Ms. Woolery!"

She resembled a person escaping a nightmarish realm to find solace in the human world. In an instant, she felt the overwhelming urge to cry as she rushed towards Pearl with a practically crawling motion.

However, Errol's countenance darkened the moment he laid eyes on Pearl, who was accompanied by Lindsay.

"There is nothing for you to do here. Eren, you can bring her back," Pearl directed before ushering Lindiay inside the office.

In contrast. Errol appeared disgruntled, his carefully maintained facade of elegance and sophistication sharply contrasting with his recent actions He considered himself a refined gentleman, yet his clandestine activities were anything but honorable. Compared to Uncle Ralph's cunning and devious nature, Pearl harbored an even deeper disdain for Uncle Errol's hypocrisy and moral decay. People often say that dragons have nine sons, each with unique characteristics. Sometimes, Pearl could not help but wonder why, despite growing up under the same roof as her brothers, her uncles' characters had diverged so dramatically. Despite a good upbringing, some of them were led astray as they aged.

"Pearl what brings you here in broad daylight? Errol casually greeted

As he spoke, Errol brushed invisible specks of dust from his attire and did not bother to lift his g decorative walnuts on the table and held them in his palm gaze to meet hers. Then, he reached for two

Pearl's icy gaze swept over Erroll's face, her words devoid of warmth. "Uncle Erroll, what were you doing in broad daylight?" she questioned coldly,

Errol remained unflinching and composed in the presence of his daughter and her inquiry

As the walnuts gently clinked in his hand, releasing a faint fragrance. Errol put on a smirk as he spoke nonchalantly. These aspiring young artists are eager for recognition. When they willingly approach me to offer their service, what can I do! What man could resist such beauty and allure!"

Upon hearing his words, Lindsay cringed at her father's shameless words. On the other hand, Pearl regarded Errol with disdain and was utterly disgusted

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forfeited their dignity, they were no different from a rabid dog who lived on the street.

Sinor assuming the role of Vice President. Errol had acted as if he were an emperor, treating Woolery Starry Media like his personal harem. He referred to encounters with young female artists as "bestowing his favor, conflated shamelessness with charm, and considered debauchery as entertainment. His behavior was utterly distasteful and immoral

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Despite overt protection from Henry and covert safeguarding by Pearl, some inexperienced young artists still fell prey to Errol's influence-either willingly or reluctantly. In the meantime, his wife, who was of Asian descent, Xyavion, reveled in her newfound triumph The world could sometimes be so absurd that it defied belief, yet it remained starkly real

Now that Pearl had returned, she was resolute in her mission to expose and eradicate these corrupt practices from the organization.

She walked over and sat on the sofa, casting a cold gaze towards Errol. However, a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips as she said, "Indeed. As people age, their thick skin only gets gradually thicker, and this has made it possible for them to say all sorts of nonsense. They can be worse than pigs and dogs. Linday, your father alive is worse than him dead:

Errol had not anticipated Pearl's directness, and her remark was undeniably impolite. As Errol drops the two walnuts, they collide with the desk. emining a resounding crack.

He furrowed his brow, his gare ablaze with anger. "You impudent child, how dare you insult your Uncle Errol?" he spat ourProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

In response, Pearl picked up a glass from the coffee table and scrutinized it casually. Her tone remained composed and calm as she spoke, "Consider yourself fortunate that you are my Uncle Errol. If it were someone else, they would not merely be insulted. If we were not a family, your head might not even remain on your shoulders today"

Before Errol could react to her words, the glass she held hurtled toward him. He had no time to exade, and the glass whizzed past his cheek before landing with a deafening "bang" on a glass cabinet behind him. Shards of glas sprayed in all directions. Instinctively, Errol covered his head in defense.

Nearby, Lindsay sat upright in shock, her heart pounding as if it had momentarily ceased heating,

Had that glass deviated slightly, just an inch, it could have shattered not the glass cabinet but on her father's skull

Pearl never made empty threats, life or death rested solely on her capricious whim

Frrod huddled beneath the desk, clutching his head. Despite the brilliant sunlight outside, he felt as thought be 11:10 AM

and he was shivering uncontrollably from the chill.

Cautiously, he touched his cheek and found out that the area around his cheekbone was already swollen. Even the lightest touch sent waves of agony rippling through him, causing him to inhale sharply in pain.

Errol rose to his feet slowly, his eyes filled with fear as he regarded Pearl. Only now did he grasp that she was no longer playing games and that she was not the little girl who used to call him "Uncle Errol." At some point, she had transformed into a venomous serpent. He harbored a suspicion that his surviving niece might prove even more ruthless than his late brother, Oliver. Her brutality and viciousness would ensure that there would be no easy escape for them.

As Errol shared his concerns with Ralph, Ralph's aged visage crumpled with anxiety. He grumbled in anxiety, "You need not mention it. I have been aware of this for some time. Pearl, that brat, might have discovered something. Her return could signify her intent to seek vengeance.

"Wh-what could she possibly know? Regarding the car accident back then... we.. we merely did not inform them in advance. Those people demanded their lives; what choice did we have back them? I do not want to bear this responsibility. Errol stammered. Ralph cut him off impatiently. "Enough, cease your prattling!" he snapped. "What's done is done. Do you truly believe you can avoid responsibility now! Do y you

think our niece will let you off the hook and not pursue us?"

He sneered. "Even if she does spare you, what then? We have spent most of our lives living under her father's control. Do you wish to be led around by the

nose by Pearl? As we seek wealth amidst danger, I never want to return to those days when we lived in poverty again!"

When Errol heard this, he had little left to say at this point. Who would willingly return to those days?

Individuals accustomed to luxury could easily adapt to frugality, but who would willingly regress to a life of poverty after experiencing the comforts and pleasures that wealth and power afforded?

Clenching his teeth, he inquired, "So, what should be our next move! Pearl has stripped me of my Vice President position and banished me from Woolery Starry Media. You are the Chairman Shell sideline you sooner or later. If this continues, our days are numbered." Ralph's eyes, opaque with a sinister glint and a tinge of disdain, grew colder. He spoke icily. "Her old man was never our equal. An inexperienced greenhorn like her cannot be all that formidable. I would not tolerate her arrogance for much longer.

After concluding the phone call, Ralph turned to Tina and declared, "It's time to proceed with your marriage to Manfred Day"