My Ex-Wife Is A Big Shot In Disguise novel Chapter 13

Madison didn't pay attention to Blanche's exaggerated expression and nodded lightly. "This is my second brother, Joe Daves. We haven't planned to announce our relationship yet to avoid trouble. I hope Miss Malone can help keep it confidential for now," she said.

Blanche nodded dazedly. She still had not fully recovered from the shock of the information. After a moment, Blanche said, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone!"

Madison was amused by the stunned expression on Blanche's face. Madison added, "Thank you for speaking up for me tonight. If you have time in the future, I'd like to invite you for a meal."

Madison already exchanged contact information with Blanche on the way out of the villa.

Blanche quickly waved her hands. "No. No need!"

Blanche felt a sense of awe towards things she admired, and thinking about her history of being criticized all over the internet, Blanche felt overwhelmed and just wanted to leave quickly.

"Miss Malone, you're being too polite. Treating you to a meal is the least we could do after you helped out my sister," Joe said. He straightened and looked at Blanche's face.

Before Blanche could turn him down, he went on, "Of course, it's not only for my sister. I also have some motives for doing so too. I see great potential in you, Miss Malone. You have what it takes to be popular. Have you ever thought about changing companies to XR Entertainment? We'll cover any breach of contract fees, and you can join us whenever you decide to jump ship."

Blanche pointed to herself in utter shock. It was a long time before she managed to find her voice. "Me? Mr. Daves, did you mistake me for someone else? I don't think I can make it."

She waved her hand in self-mocking. Popular? Sure. She was popular now but in all the wrong ways.

Joe did not rush Blanche into making a decision. He took out a business card. "Don't turn me down first. You can take some time to consider it. If you plan to switch companies, you can contact me... Or you can also contact my sister."

A business card was handed to Blanche, and before she could recover from her shock, the two of them were already driving away.

If not for the additional gold-stamped business card in her hand, Blanche would have thought that what happened just now was just a dream, a dream she dared not dwell on.

The red sports car sped away on the road. Joe glanced at the woman typing away on her laptop, seemingly unaffected.

"Little princess, where are we going? How about staying at my place? Don't go to John's place. He's busy, and we shouldn't disturb him, right?" Joe said.

Madison's fingers paused. She grinned as she glanced at him. "Joe, aren't you busy too? You came to pick me up and still want to work on the way. It wouldn't be right for me to disturb you either."

"How am I busy? My work is always done along the way. I'm not busy at all!" Joe defended himself.

Madison let out a laugh.

She double-checked, ensuring all traces of her presence were wiped clean, before closing her laptop.

"Let's make a stop at Creek Court first," Madison said.

Joe nearly slammed the brakes upon hearing that. "You really want to go back and live at that bastard's place?"

Madison propped her chin and looked at the night scene, flying swiftly past outside the car.

"Since I want a new beginning, I need to cut off all ties with the past. Besides, I have some luggage there. Leaving it at that bastard's place would be impolite."

Joe burst into laughter. "Good! You're right. It would indeed be impolite!"

Soon, the car arrived at Creek Court.

Joe completed what normally took half an hour to drive in just twenty minutes.

Madison left no trace of herself behind. She had been abroad in the last three years, and any information about her was deliberately erased.

Someone had already painstakingly separated the two lives that were entangled together by mistake. Instead of leaving them intertwined, removing the one that didn't belong here was better.

Holding her favorite roses, Madison left, feeling quite pleased.

"The cooperation between my studio and the Palmer family has ended. Take me to sign a contract with your company in a few days," Madison told Joe.

"You're not signing with John?" Joe asked.

"Jewelry and clothing are meant to be worn. Your company's artists can directly pick what they need for the events they attend. John won't mind since it benefits both of us," Madison said.

"That's a deal!" Joe exclaimed.

The red sports car roared away, carrying with it bursts of joyous laughter.

Perhaps the color was too eye-catching, but as the sports car flew by a familiar black Spyker, the man behind the wheel cast a nonchalant glance at the red sports car.

In the car, Leo's black eyes suddenly contracted. The sound of the brakes sounded particularly harsh in the night.

Under the light of the street lamp beside the oak tree, he saw a familiar side profile.

It was that of Madison!