Flirting With My Ex-husband
Chapter 908

"I've just ordered food."

On the other end of the phone, Larry hummed, "You've found Raymond?"

Holding the spoon, Scarlett's hand paused, and then she laughed, "Yeah, in Acatoca, Bomsville."

"Why didn't he come back?"

"He lost his memories."

Larry fell silent. Instead of pressing, he said some words of concern and hung up the phone.

Scarlett looked at the screen of her phone and raised her pretty eyes.

Her brother was smart enough to find the clue from a single picture.

Impressive!

Scarlett's morning grumpiness was completely gone. Even the food in front of her looked more appetizing.

Alexander, however, was in no mood to eat. He hadn't expected that someone would make an issue of him having dinner and going to an auction with Scarlett. Some fools in the circle slandered him for stealing away Raymond's wife.

Ridiculous!

Betraying Raymond?

He was not capable of it, nor did he have the guts!

Besides, he knew well that he couldn't handle an eccentric woman like Scarlett. Alexander was the only possible match for her.

Were these people brain-damaged? All day long, they did nothing but gossip.

Alexander fumed, skipped lunch, and asked his secretary to find out the rumormongers.

Alexander was rarely so mad. The secretary dared not say anything but immediately assigned the task.

In the internet age, it was not hard to track down gossips. They would learn everything as long as they asked around the circle. After all, the upper class was made up of just a few families. The secretary soon found out the source of the rumor. It was Olivia, the second daughter of the Morse family.

After hearing the report, Alexander drove to the Morse's villa right away without having lunch.

Olivia just received the bag she had purchased from the auction last night.

While she was studying the bag that cost over three million dollars, the butler reported the arrival of a visitor.

Olivia paid no attention, but Gisselle asked, "Who is it, Freddy?"

"Mrs. Morse, it's Mr. Alexander Smith."

Surprised to hear the name, Gisselle hurriedly tugged Olivia and urged, "Put it down. Mr. Smith is here. Come downstairs with me and welcome our guest!"

Olivia pursed her lips and grudgingly followed her mother downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs, Olivia suddenly remembered something. Her face blanched, and she subconsciously tried to hurry back. Unfortunately, Alexander had come up, eyed her, and coldly said, "Miss Morse we meet again." "Did I offend you or something? Why did you spread rumors about me being with Scarlett?"

An overjoyed Gisselle came downstairs, only to see Alexander's angry face. After hearing his words, she turned paler and said, "Mr. Smith, is this a misunderstanding? Ollie has always been a sweet girl. She is not a gossip."

Gisselle knew her daughter well, but she didn't dare to admit it!

Not buying it, Alexander simply said," Clarify it and apologize to Scarlett before your tongue cuts your own throat, Miss Morse."

With that, Alexander snorted, turned around, and left the Morse's villa.