There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Leave Riverside City

Ezra cast Erica a fierce glance as a threat after her explosion.

Maisie acted as if nothing occurred, but Erica thought Maisie was scarier than Ezra because Maisie still

remembered she ended up being in the police station when she tried to find fault with Maisie.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Marshall turned around right away and chided Erica bitterly.

"This is none of your business. Go back to the car! Mr. Marshall gazed at her and growled.

Mr. Marshall did so because he did not want Erica to spoil their business and offend Ezra. If Ezra was

pissed off, they wouldn't end up well. After all, they were not above suspicion.

Was there someone who should remain totally innocent in the business world?

Erica turned around and left in a huff after volleys of scolding.

"President Cantillo, don't be serious with her. She was spoiled by us; we will give her a good lecture

back. " Mr. Marshall forced a smile and said humbly.

You had to admit Mr. Marshall got a thing to read people. He veered to call Ezra 'President Cantillo'

right after Mrs. Marshall was embarrassed.

"You are here for those businesses, right?" Ezra cut it to the chase and said disdainfully.

Ezra already saw them through. They came here to say some good words because he aborted several

businesses with them.

"Right." Mrs. Marshall decided. She was more influential as a tender woman in such main events.

"We have undertaken those projects before your father died and we've done them well. It baffles us

that you pull the plug on them. "We only count on them to get by. If you take them back, we would have

difficulty living our life. Mrs. Marshall wept uncontrollably during her sympathetic performance.

Ezra sneered and thought to himself that Roman was captivated by Mrs. Marshall's gimmick of being

piteous with touching eyes.

"I think we both know clearly why my father did business with you." Ezra pointed to the bare answer

without further ado.

Ezra's remarks explicitly unfolded Roman's affairs with Mrs. Marshall, which made her pull off the same

stick — weeping to avoid embarrassment.

Mr. Marshall's face suddenly changed. It was kind of odd for him to tolerate his wife's cheating on him;

most men would hate their wife to death in that circumstance.

But he was indeed odd. He did nothing to punish her. On the contrary, he kind of connived if their

affairs to gain from the Cantillo's for their days to be better off.

It also obviously proved Mr. Marshall's ineptness — he was not able to make their lives better by

himself so he just let her wife hit on others.

Mr. Marshall was born with silver spoons and had his own company which was sustained only by a few

projects given by Roman as a result of his bad management skills.

Mrs. Marshall never stopped shedding tears, and Mr. Marshall gave a last shot to break the impasse.

"Would you please not cancel all the projects? Otherwise, we would have difficulty keeping our head

above water." He begged in a faltering voice.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Ezra jeered.

Mr. Marshall stiffened with embarrassment. "Do you think I don't know how much you've made from

those projects? What you have is already enough for a comfortable life. And now you are telling me

you have difficulty keeping your head above water?" Ezra continued.

Mrs. Marshall stopped weeping all of a sudden while Mr. Marshall had to squeeze a smiling face.

Ezra supposed Roman knew how much they had stolen from those projects these years, he just

decided not to pursue the matter considering the affair.

Ezra already conducted deep research on their assets — they pretended to be miserable but actually

had several real estates all over the country, let alone their houses in Riverside City.

"I have to add," Ezra continued. "I canceled those projects not out of sheer disgust for you."

Ezra's lack of respect for them accompanied his disgust for them.

"The most important reason is that these projects are more valuable if they are managed by me," Ezra

added lazily. "Your management is just mediocre, but I will make their value multiply several times."

Ezra's declaration was a slap in their face that they were incapable of management.

They knew how good Ezra was. But no one hates money. They just didn't want to give up.

"We certainly know they would be more valuable if managed by you; though our family won't suffer, we

have to sustain our company and the staff.

"That's fine," Ezra said indifferently. "You could just transfer your company to me. I can assure you that

no one would be dismissed, and maybe they have higher salaries and better benefits." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Mr. Marshall and Mrs. Marshall froze there.

"You are literally killing us." Mr. Marshall trembled.

"Yes, I am," Ezra said in a tough voice. "Give your company to me, leave with your corruption money

and go away.

Ezra had planned to deal with them after things at hand even if they didn't come here today.

He hated them all, especially Erica.

Erica never stopped making trouble and he would not allow her to hurt Maisie in Riverside City. They

had benefited a lot from his father so he had his reason to make them disappear from the picture.

"Of course, you could stay if you want, but the premise is that you make your daughter behave herself,

or I would lose my last mercy for you.

Ezra held his arms around Maisie and left with her right after his ultimatum to them. The pale Mr.

Marshall and Mrs. Marshall exchanged looks; Mrs. Marshall wept again.

"Look at your tears. They are not helpful here. Mr. Marshall reproached her and strode away in a huff.

Mrs. Marshall stared at him bitterly, suppressed her inner disgust toward him, and followed up hurriedly.