The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky Chapter 473

Snow blushed every time she recalled how insistent she was that Leon was a crook. She was so emba rrassed about her behavior that she wanted to apologize to Leon as sincerely as she could.

“Miss Poole, your brother and I are friends, so you don’t have to be so courteous with me. All I hope is t hat you don’t treat me as a crook again in the future,” Leon said jokingly.

Snow’s face blushed a deeper shade of scarlet, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled at

him. ” Leon, since you’re Fane’s friend, you don’t have to keep calling me that. Feel free to call me Sno w!”

“Well, I’ll gladly take you up on your offer then.” Leon was a little taken aback by this. He never thought

Snow would change her mind about him so quickly–

just a few minutes ago, she was determined to kick him out, but now, she was beginning to warm up to

him!

Women were so hard to crack!

However, unbeknownst to Leon, people in the Gangster World worshipped power and strength, and his performance that day placed his ranking well above that of even Anson, Harvey, or even Theodore. Le on was well on his way to becoming the best fighter among the young generation of martial artists in Sp ringfield City!

Snow was greatly impressed by this. Not only that, but his insistence on helping her get revenge on Jac ob tugged at her heartstrings better than any sweet declaration of love would.

Therefore, it was understandable how Snow changed her mind about him so quickly.

“Mister Wolf, I’ve already booked a hotel for our celebration of your victory. Shall we go?” Fane chirrupe d, grinning, and everyone followed him merrily to the hotel.

A few hours later, only a few of them remained, since Snow did not drink and thus chose to leave after t he meal.

The remaining men decided to celebrate Leon’s victory with alcohol.

Landry and the rest were utterly impressed by Leon’s display of power and kept approaching him one b y one to toast him while apologizing for questioning his abilities.

Leon was not a petty person by nature at all and thus, did not take this to heart.

Since everyone was in the same age group, they quickly got along with each other and became fast fri ends.

The celebration lasted almost the entire afternoon.

After leaving the hotel in the evening, Fane summoned a car to send Leon home.

“Ring-” all of a sudden, Leon’s phone rang urgently.

It was Ariel, summoning him to meet her at a high–end restaurant.

Leon instructed the driver to bring him there.

When Leon arrived at the restaurant, Ariel sat gracefully in the booth, awaiting his arrival.

“What happened, Leon? Why do you smell like alcohol?” Ariel furrowed her brows in distaste when she the stench of alcohol. Thankfully, Leon’s natural body odor seemed to mask the scent to the extent that it did not prove too overpowering.

“Oh, I was just drinking with some friends,” Leon replied nonchalantly as he plopped down in the seat ac Ariel contemplated whether to ask him further questions.

She knew that Leon did not usually drink, and thus wondered if he went through something painful, perh Ariel was half correct–Leon indeed tried to drown his sorrows with alcohol, but that was last night’s business.

“Why did you ask to meet me, Ariel?”