Chapter 196
The Untouchable Ex-Wife
After Haze left, Renee was left alone once more in the huge villa.
Like she had done for many nights, she stood at the window, gazing out at the moon.
The moon tonight was round and bright, hanging like a luminous pearl in the dark night sky.
âThe bright moon sends a message of loveâ¦â
For some reason, Renee suddenly recalled the stranger she chatted with the other night.
His profile picture was also a moon.
The only message he sent her was also a picture of a moon.
Renee subconsciously took out her phone, clicked on the picture of the moon, and zoomed in to take a closer look.
Based on the angle, the picture should have been taken through the french window of a certain office.
Perhaps the guy was a salaryman that had to work overtime until late at night, getting his value squeezed dry by his capitalist company?
Renee smiled, casually took a picture of the moon and sent it to him.
Itâs weird. Although she had not chatted with the guy much, and most of the time it was just her complaining about her problems, she had a feeling that the guy was definitely reading attentively no matter what she typed.
Even if he did not offer any word of comfort, he could definitely understand her feeling.
This made her feel warm insideâ¦
After a few minutes, she received a WeChat notification on her phone.
âCanât sleep?â
Two simple words. She could not help but feel like the person on the other end should be a calm, quiet and reliable man.
âYeah, lots of stuff going on.â
âFor example?â
âFor example, thereâs a very annoying man whoâs always messing with my mood. For example, my only relative in this world. was framed and imprisoned. For example, I want to leave this place, but I canât. Everythingâs going terribly!â
Renee typed this message with a gloomy face, pouring out her grievances.
The guy must be so annoyed with her constant complaining by now.
So she quickly sent another message. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât treat you as an emotional trash can, but I havenât had anyone to talk to for a long time. Talking about it makes me feel better. You can just ignore what I said.â
The guy remained silent for a while before sending out a few concise words. âWhy do you want to leave?â
âFor personal reasons.â
She was currently pregnant with twins and it would show soon. She must leave Beach City to give birth to the babies in secret.
Before leaving, however, she needed to lay out the necessary plans for her business empire as soon as possible so that her babies and her could live without any worries in the future, free of anyoneâs control.
Renee did not tell the guy what her âpersonal reasonsâ were. The guy was also very polite and did not ask.
After a long time, he finally replied.
âItâs late. Go to bed. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow, your problems will no longer be problems.â
âI hope so.â
Renee exhaled. She felt much better.
In this fastâmoving world, was there a warmer thing than someone urging you to go to bed?
The strangerâs concern gave her strength in this lonely night.
She believed that everything would gradually get better.
Renee put away her phone and fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, she woke up early, washed herself a bit, took the USB flash drive containing the surveillance footage, and headed out to meet Zack to discuss tomorrowâs trial.
But the moment she opened the door, she bumped into Margaret headâon!
âMargaret, is it⦠really you?â
Renee rubbed her eyes. Her first thought was that sheâs still not fully awake yet and sheâs seeing things.
âOf course itâs me, Miss Ren.â
Margaret held Reneeâs hand excitedly and said, âYouâre amazing, Miss Ren. You told me youâre gonna get me out, but I didnât expect you to be able to do it so quickly. If your parents in heaven knew that youâre this capable, they would be so very pleased!
âButâ¦â
Renee was even more confused now.
She was trying to get Margaret out, but she had not made a move yet!
âMiss Ren, what did you do? The prison guard said a scaredâlooking Briar Desrosiers withdrew her charges early this morning. and thatâs why I was released!â
Margaret asked curiously.