Hunting for His EX-Wife

Martha insisted drawing the line with him, so Stefan lowered his voice and said, “At the present market price.”

Martha narrowed her eyes slightly and began calculating how much she needed if she wanted to buy the shares of the Doyle Group.

Stefan had bought 70% of the Doyle Group’s shares with twenty million dollars.

The Doyle Group had been back on track gradually since it was purchased by the Harrison Group, and it was even on the rise.

So, if Stefan was gonna sell the stocks at the current market price, the stocks he owned would have been at least increased fivefold, which meant, she had to pay Stefan one hundred million dollars to take back the shares of the Doyle Group.

Martha frowned and looked kind of disappointed.

All her paintings had been burnt out in the fire and she didn’t have any other way to make big money.

Her total savings was around sixty million dollars so far, including the money she’d saved earlier, which was far away from being enough.

Martha pursed her lips hard and fell into long silence.

“Any problem?” Stefan didn’t hear Martha’s response and asked first.

He’d estimated Martha’s total assets. She could afford to buy the shares if her painting hadn’t been burnt out. But at this moment, he was sure that Martha didn’t have that much money.

As expected, Martha knitted her eyebrows and said, “All the paintings in the exhibition center have been burnt out. I don’t have that much money now.”

She didn’t have enough money at this hour, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have it forever.

“I might change my mind over time.” Stefan lowered his eyes to hide his complicated feelings. In fact, he’d got plenty of time to wait for her to give in.

…

In the Doyle Manor, Bianca received the call from Martha, who talked with her on the phone for a short while and then hung up.

She turned around to look at Maxwell, and said softly, “Lady Martha said she might not live in the Doyle Manor recently.” Saying it, Bianca stepped forward and tucked him in.

“She said she’d live in the Harrison Villa for three months, and Stefan would divorce her by then.”

Hearing it, Maxwell, who was lying in bed, looked very worried and knocked his fingers lightly.

Bianca got what he meant. Then she patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

“Lady Martha has her plan. We should take good care of ourselves, and that’s the best we can do to help and encourage her.”

After that, she took over the soaked cotton and applied it on his lips gently.

Through this period’s rehabilitation, Maxwell was able to move his fingers slowly. She believed he would fully recover after some time!

On the other side, Jane looked at Martha and bit back the words after she brought her the daily necessities.

She’d like to ask about her relationship with Stefan, but just didn’t know how to start. After all, she was her assistant only.

Jane thought about it and decided to tell her something else, “Miss Doyle, the suspects have been sentenced. You have the right to request them to pay for your paintings.”

“They don’t have that much money.”

Martha put on a gloomy face, heaved a sigh quietly and said in a low voice, “Forget it. They’ll live like hell in prison. Enough!”

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Jane nodded and turned around to leave the Harrison Villa.

After Jane left, Martha took over the suitcase and was about to go upstairs.

Right at the moment, the servant standing besides her said respectfully, “Let me do it, Mrs. Harrison.”

“No need, thanks. I got it.” Martha smiled and said to the servant whom she hadn’t seen for four years.

The servants were nearly the same as four years before. But things had changed over time.

She went over to the staircase with the suitcase.

Suddenly she turned around and said in a deep voice, “Don’t call me ‘Mrs. Harrison’ again. Call me ‘Miss Doyle’.”

Stefan, who was standing on the stairs, heard it. His face darkened and his lips were pressed together.

The servant, who was standing opposite Martha, had also seen him.

She raised her head to look at Stefan, then turned around to look at Martha, and didn’t know what to say.

Martha felt something was off and followed the servant’s gaze.

When she saw Stefan, she frowned unconsciously and then turned back to look at the servant.

“Don’t mind him!”

With that said, Martha picked up the suitcase and carried it back to the guestroom before the servant could say anything.

At 11 PM, Martha lay on the bed in the guestroom sleeplessly. From time to time, she looked towards the door which she had locked.

She felt everything was weird when she returned to the Harrison Villa.

As the saying goes, never relax vigilance against evildoers.

Thus, she’d asked the servant for the spare key of this guestroom before she went to bed, so that she could protect herself well.

She turned over again and again, and finally sat up on bed annoyingly.

She felt her throat was dry and thirsty and also remembered she hadn’t taken the medicine yet. Then she opened the door and was about to go downstairs.

When she arrived at the staircase, she heard a young servant saying, “I think Mrs. Harrison has changed a lot. She’s not as nice as before.”

An old servant added right after the young servant finished speaking, “It’s fortunate that Mrs. Harrison has escaped with bare life. We haven’t gone through something like that and can’t know how much it hurts! So, we should do what she wants us to.”

The next second, the young servant said with hesitation, “But now Mr. Harrison seems to care much about Mrs. Harrison… Oh, no. She told us to call her ‘Miss Doyle’.”

“Right! I’ve never seen Mr. Harrison with that look. He looked extremely nervous when he carried Miss Doyle back.”

Martha heard the servant’s voice, and couldn’t help but sneer.

He looked extremely nervous? Huh! It was nothing. He just put on a show. How could they say he loved and cared about her?

She narrowed her eyes slightly, pretended to clear her throat and coughed. Then she went to the staircase slowly.

The three servants saw her and zipped it immediately. Martha went downstairs slowly and glimpsed at the three servants.

The old servant saw her, lowered her head and said respectfully, “Miss Doyle, it’s late at night. Do you need anything?”

“I want a glass of water.”

The old servant turned around to get the water for her immediately. Soon, she returned with a glass of water.

Martha took over the water glass with a smile and said politely, “Thanks.”

Then she turned around to walk up to the staircase.

Suddenly, she stopped and asked carelessly, “Has Hollie stayed overnight here in the past years?”