Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 211



Chapter 211 Rejecting Mr. Callan Martinez Callan was rendered speechless. He just sat there pointing at her. "You are unbelievable! | told Ms. Graves about it when you arranged for them to go on a blind date, but she handled it decently and said nothing. You must have offended her! "How could you be so short-sighted? Besides that contract, what else do we have that can make us eligible in-laws for the Patterson family?" Pamela realized the seriousness of the matter instantly. "What now?" She looked at her husband in panic. "Jane is our daughter. We will be ridiculed if she doesn't marry Christian in the end!" "I told you it's just a blind date, and there was no need to let everyone know about it. But you were very impatient. Why didn't you listen to me?" Callan couldn't help blaming his wife. Pamela felt wronged. "Mrs. Lamia Patterson said that Jane was the most suitable candidate..." Callan's face turned pale with anger. The more his wife spoke, the angrier he got. As a result, Callan bit the bullet and went to Starlight Entertainment with some gifts. Anastasia just got off from a meeting. She sat down and took a sip of coffee. Callan smiled politely. "Ms. Graves." Anastasia smiled. "Mr. Callan Martinez. Long time no see. How are you?" "I'm okay. You know, the older one gets, the weaker one becomes. So there's nothing | can do about it." Callan followed Anastasia to her office. He knew that Julian valued Anastasia a great deal and let her handle almost everything around here. "Julian was the boss, but Anastasia was more helpful. If | go to Julian first, | may offend Anastasia, which may cause problems for our future cooperation.” As he thought, Callan took something that looked like a jewelry box from his carry-on bag. "Please consider it compensation for what my ignorant wife and daughter said to you last time. | hope you can take it, Ms. Graves." He knew what happened already. Anastasia lowered her eyes and smiled. She pushed it back to Callan without even opening it. "Mr. Callan Martinez, we have already found a partner for that project. I'm afraid it's too late. If we break the new contract, we will have to pay more than just a piece of jewelry." Callan stopped smiling and nodded casually. "I understand, and I'm sorry for what happened during my stay in the hospital. | feel terrible that my wife insulted you, and | have warned her. This is just a small gift, Ms. Graves. | really want you to have it." Anastasia smiled. "That's unnecessary. Ms. Pamela Martinze is a senior, so | didn't do anything. However, | did teach Ms. Martinez a lesson for gossiping behind my back. | hope you are okay with that, Mr. Callan Martinez." Callan was surprised for a moment and then smiled. "I'm fine with that. Her mother spoils her too much!" Anastasia raised her eyebrows, took a sip of coffee, and checked the emails. Callan was a little embarrassed for a moment. He rubbed his hands and spoke.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Ms. Graves, let's forget about Hien contract. Perh Senet CO dontrant [Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. Anastasia interrupted him with a smile.

"Mr. Callan Martinez. It was Mr. Quinn's order that we sign a fee oak contract with QUE RIPRIInér, hd WR didkactly that. I'm afraid we won't be able to continue our cooperation with you." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. Callan's face turned pale instantly. "Ms. Graves..." "I'm sorry, Mr. Callan Martinez." Anastasia smiled apologetically. She didn't hate Callan, but his wife and daughter were too complacent. There was no way she could let this go as if nothing had happened.

Besides, the deal Starlight Entertainment made wit, Calin! ‘bpantulaty great, and it was time to change. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. With a sullen face, Callan stood up. "| see. I'll take my leave now, Ms. Graves." Anastasia stood up with a smile, nodded, and asked Kevin. "Please walk Mr. Callan Martinez out."


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