Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 587:noveldrama

Despite her distress, she had already contacted a car dealer she knew, asking about the paint manufacturer for Bobby’s flashy Lamborghini.

Dulce glanced at her while driving, her eyes filled with concern.

“Honestly, you’re being way too soft. You worked so hard to get the chance to marry Bobby, and you’re letting it slip through your fingers.”

“If he already has someone in mind, I’m not about to force him,” Fannie replied.

Dulce let out a sigh.

“Oh, come on, Fannie! Let’s go look at some new prospects. Bobby’s just one guy in a sea of them! There’s no shortage of good-looking, decent men out there!”

Meanwhile, Bobby drove to the repair shop himself.

“Mr. Kelly, we’ve got a problem. That car paint’s been out of production for ages. Finding a match will be tough.”

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Bobby scowled.

“Can’t you do anything?”

“Not much, no. If I recall, the last can was auctioned off to a wealthy collector. You’d have to spend a fortune to get it.”

Bobby did some research, discovering that getting his hands on that paint would cost him enough to buy another Lamborghini. And as loose as he was with money, he wasn’t about to throw it away on a vanity project.

After stewing over it, he decided the blame lay squarely with Fannie.

She’d have to foot the bill for this one.

“Hey, Mr. Kelly, where are you off to?”

Ignoring the question, Bobby left the shop and called someone to find out where Fannie was.

At Flex Club, Fannie and Dulce were knocking back drinks, each accompanied by a clean-cut young man Dulce had hired to keep them company.

Despite the club’s lively atmosphere, Dulce had handpicked their companions, ensuring they were well-mannered and would leave Fannie alone if she drank too much. However, being surrounded by men raised concerns about safety.

Fannie wasn’t worried. Dulce had been her friend for years, and she knew that if things got messy, Dulce would carry her home, makeup intact.

“Dulce…” Fannie slurred, leaning heavily on her friend. “I like him, but why can’t he feel it?”

Dulce stared at her, exasperated.

“What’s there to like? He has women coming and going like seasonal sales, switching them out more often than his shirts. You’re way too good for him. You deserve someone decent, someone who’d make your family proud.”

Fannie considered this, raising her glass in a clumsy toast.

“Enough of the drinking. Look around. Enjoy the handsome guys!” Dulce took the glass from her, then signaled to the young man beside her to start dancing to lighten the mood.

A few moments later, a thick wad of cash was placed in front of Fannie.

Fannie squinted blearily at the man holding it.

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