On the wedding day, the fake daughter remarried the world’s richest man

Emil was smoking a cigarette, leaning lazily on the sofa, staring at her, and asked directly: "His Royal Highness came to me personally. What do you want to get from me?"

Since she was so direct, Bai Wan didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "I want a star."

The moment the words fell, Emil's originally somewhat careless eyes instantly became particularly fierce.

She really didn't expect that this Middle Eastern prince came here specifically for that bitch Staer.

"Even the prince has fallen in love with her?" Emil said with deep disgust in his eyes, "That woman is quite capable. She can seduce you men one by one."

Bai Wan knew she had misunderstood, and was about to explain: "No, I..."

"Okay, no more words!"

Emil gave the ejection order in a cold tone: "Jack, see the guest off!"

The bodyguard who led Bai Wan in immediately came up to drive her away.

Faced with Emil's misunderstanding, Bai Wan remained calm.

She straightened her back and stood in the middle of the living room. She looked at Emil with an extremely calm gaze and said calmly: "Ms. Emil, I think you misunderstood."

"I'm not looking for Staer to help her, but to lend her hand to expose the shady things Bronte has done over the years."

Hearing this, Emil raised his eyebrows in surprise.

She waved her hand to signal the bodyguard to go out, then patted the seat next to her to signal Bai Wan, and said, "Come here, sit down."

It seems that she is willing to have a good talk.

Bai Wan breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and sat down.

The two of them were very close to each other, and the cold scent of Emil's perfume instantly swept into Bai Wan's nostrils.

She was feeling a little uncomfortable when Emil suddenly pressed her thigh, leaned over and blew an ambiguous breath into her ear.

Bai Wan was so frightened that she froze, facing the woman's strong facial features and eyebrows, she hid back in a daze, and said in a harsh voice: "Ms. Emil, please respect yourself."

"Hahahaha!"

As if he had discovered something extremely interesting, Emil laughed loudly and said seriously: "I believe you won't fall in love with Staer now."

Bai Wan: "..."

Emil ignored her speechless expression, sat up straight, and asked calmly: "Did you just say that you wanted to deal with Bronte?"

"That's right." Bai Wan nodded calmly.

Emil snorted noncommittally and asked calmly: "Your Highness, is it possible that you are confused? The Bronte you mentioned is my legal husband. You and I want someone to deal with my husband?"

Bai Wan said calmly: "You are already planning to divorce him, aren't you?"

Emil didn't expect that he even knew this, and was a little stunned for a moment.

But soon. She calmed down and said coldly and resolutely: "I am indeed planning to divorce Bronte, but I don't want to deal with him."

After all, she had loved Bronte deeply.

Even if I want a divorce, I don't want to see him die.

Bai Wan knew that this trip would not be too smooth, so she was not in a hurry, and still said calmly: "I know Ms. Emil is someone who misses old relationships, but is that man really worth what you do for him?"

Emil's face turned cold again, and he said unhappily: "Whether it's worth it or not is none of your business."

Bai Wan said slowly: "I don't want to comment on Madam's feelings, but now even if Madam you don't take action, Bronte can't stand up anymore. Don't you want to get back all the things you have poured into him over the years?"

Hearing this, Emil's face became serious and he asked hesitantly: "What do you mean?"

What does it mean that Bronte can no longer stand up?