Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

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Chapter 9 Actually, I’m Your Boss’s Wife

The following day, Damara covered the marks on her face with foundation and headed to the studio.

The studio was located in a commercial building with two floors in total.

Damara worked here as a part-timer, so she didn’t need to clock in daily. But she had to attend the

monthly summary meeting.

Usually, Roman was the first to arrive.

But today, he showed up half an hour late.

He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday, and he seemed rushed.

As Damara twirled her pen in her hand, she had a gut feeling that something else might have

happened to Roman.

“Sorry, I’m too late today,” Roman said as he sat in the front seat. Seeing Damara’s worried look, he

smiled apologetically.

The others went through the summary meeting as usual.

After the meeting ended, Damara planned to leave with everyone else. However, when she saw

Roman still sitting motionless, she couldn’t help but walk over and ask, “What happened?”

Roman raised his hand tiredly to rub his temples. “Something happened to Emmie’s family.”

He said in a h oar se voice, indicating that he hadn’t slept all night.

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His lips moved à few times as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Is it serious?”

Roman fell silent, but after contemplating his possible decisions for a few minutes, he finally spoke up.

“I’m considering selling the studio, but I don’t know how to tell everyone.”

Damara was shocked. The studio was on the rise. Why would he suddenly want to sell it? Besides,

Roman himself should be financially well-off.

The studio was his labor of love for these past few years, and he wouldn’t consider selling it unless he

had no choice.

“How much more do you need?”

“At least 20 million.”

Roman gave a bitter smile, rubbing his temples with bloodshot eyes. “If only we had closed the deal

with Abner last night, but…”

“I’ll try again.”

Damara took her belongings from the side. “Don’t tell others about this for now.”

Roman let out a sigh.

“Even if it doesn’t work out, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. It was my wife’s fault last night.

She’s hysterical right now. Let me apologize on her behalf.”

Leaving the meeting room, Damara decided to try her luck at Robinson

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Group.

Abner was there now, and she had to see him in person to discuss the business.

The headquarters of Robinson Group was located in the heart of Washington’s business center, and it

stood out as one of the most prominent landmarks. It was said that when viewed from above, all that

could be seen was the wealth of the Robinson Family.

The family’s wealth had accumulated over generations and had reached an extravagant level in this

generation.

After registering at the entrance, Damara entered the lobby and approached the front desk.

The receptionist found her face unfamiliar and asked sweetly, “Hello, may I help you?”

“I’d like to see Mr. Robinson. Is he available now?”

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The receptionist’s smile wavered, and she sized Damara up, “I’m sorry, but without an appointment, Mr.

Robinson doesn’t meet with just anyone.”

This response left Damara at a loss. She asked, “What if I’m here for a business collaboration?”

“For business matters, please get in touch with the Business

Department. If you need Mr. Robinson’s signature on any documents, they will be submitted for

approval.”

Her silence made the receptionist’s gaze turn slightly condescending. Damara seemed like another

woman trying to climb the social ladder, waiting for Abner’s arrival and hoping for a chance to strike up

a conversation with him.

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There had been too many such instances in the past few days.

Damara couldn’t explain herself fully, as she couldn’t just say, “Actually, I’m your boss’s wife.”

But waiting like this might take forever to meet him.

Should she return to Robinson’s Villa?

In her hesitation, a notification popped up on her phone from an unknown sender.

“Hello, Ms. Moore. I am Mr. Robinson’s private lawyer. I’ve visited your place twice before regarding the

divorce agreement, but you weren’t there. Do you have time now?”

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