The Wealthy Divorcee

Good for Nothing Ex-husband

Rex followed Mark's gaze and was instantly stunned when he saw her.

Jenna was wearing a long silver-gray dress that was flared and glittery at the hemline and corseted at her slender waist. It made her look so tall and beautiful.

Her long wavy hair was draped over her back and her temperament was incredibly striking.

Mark cursed under his breath. "What kind of small world is this?! How can I run into someone I hate when I just want a drink..."

Stella's group naturally noticed Rex and Mark. Although they did not want to see their faces, there was no reason to ignore them now that they ran into each other.

"Mr. Martinez, have you finished cleaning up your messy love life? How are you still in the mood to come out for a drink? I guess the impact of that photo is still too small, huh?" Stella scoffed.

Mark was not willing to show any weakness and glared at the culprit Jenna at the back. He sneered and said, "Jenna, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be a completely different person. I guess anyone would change if they have a strong backer."

"Of course! She's been a wreck relying on her good-for-nothing ex-husband for two years, so now that she's divorced, we're here to back her up. Mr. Martinez, didn't you run to your friend whenever you encountered a problem?" Alexa chimed in and was infuriated when she saw Rex.

She pulled Stella over and said, " Let's not waste our breath with them. Go on inside."

Jenna looked indifferent as she followed her friends into the bar. She did not even take a glimpse at Mark or Rex and walked past them as if they were mere strangers.

A devilishly handsome man walked behind Jenna and was holding her purse.

When the man walked past Rex, he glared at him and grunted before following Jenna.

Mark was vexed and anxious. 'What right did Jenna have to treat me like this?!'

"I didn't realize it before, but your ex-wife is quite capable! She messed with me online all day today and even pretended not to see us?!"

Rex's face sank slightly. "Enough. Do you want to create a bigger fuss? Go home and stay there!"

Mark took a deep breath. "I'm not going home. Why should I be the one to leave? I wanna see what else they're capable of!" Rex was reluctant to go in, but his feet had a mind of their own and followed Mark into the bar. He recognized the purse that the devilishly handsome man was holding. Gino had also taken that purse for her at the banquet last time. It was Jenna's purse.

Alexa dragged Jenna up to the second floor and was extremely excited. "I'm hosting the last fashion show of the season in a few days. Bring your third
brother along. I reserved good seats for you guys!:"

Robert Avila, who was behind them, protested in dissatisfaction. "I made reservations a long time ago and you still haven't given me tickets! I don't care, I wanna sit next to Jenna!"

"Dream on!" Alexa retorted and greeted Chris Avila, who had already arrived long before them.

Jenna laughed and could not help but burst Robert's bubble. "Will your father let you go when he sees that you're not doing your job?" Robert paused in his footsteps and hugged Jenna's arm aggrievedly. "With you around, he won't be so harsh on me.."

"Tsk.."

Chris waved when he saw Jenna. He smiled brightly and went over to hug her. "Welcome back, my queen."

The two Avila brothers, Chris and Robert, looked alike. Robert was the younger brother that looked devilishly handsome. If he entered the entertainment industry, he would be the hottest rookie around.

Chris was a few years older and was the second son of the Avila family. He looked more mature and handsome enough that a group of young ladies would chase after him, but he always fooled around with them and was never serious.

Jenna laughed and sat on the side. Chris was playing a poker dice game before their arrival, and the players were still waiting for Chris to make a move.

Chris waved his hand and said, "I'm out. By the way, Jenna, I hired your favorite band, The Millennia. Enjoy!"

Everyone at the table was discontented. "What? Chris, you're not playing? We were just on a roll."

"Mr. Avila, what a coincidence!" As soon as Mark and Rex went upstairs, they saw Chris Avila sitting there languidly as he swirled a glass of red wine with one hand.