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Flirting With My Ex-Husband

Chapter 713
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"Why?" Raymond looked at her, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Scarlett tucked her hair. She walked over to him and nestled into his arms. "My grandfather knows the thing about you." Raymond was dumbfounded for a moment, "It's okay." Scarlett looked up at him and smiled, "But my grandfather will get angry if he sees you." "Soon he won't be." Scarlett raised an eyebrow, "What are you up to?" Raymond was honest, "I had Frank draw up a commitment letter." "What kind of commitment?" Raymond didn't answer. He reached for his phone and showed her the commitment letter on his phone.

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Scarlett glanced at him. She took his phone and scrolled the screen to read through the letter.

It was a pre-marital, oh no, to be precise, a commitment that covered pre-marital and post-marital situations.

If he cheated on Scarlett while they were together or after they were married, he voluntarily gave up all his assets to Scarlett.

Money, well, there was never enough of it.

Raymond's share in Tenton alone was worth over four million dollars. In the letter, he listed not only his shares in Tenton, but all of his shares in RayPal, everything.

Literally, when Raymond decided to be with Scarlett, he was staking his entire fortune. If he cheated on her, he would lose everything overnight.

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Although Scarlett herself was rich and her feelings about money were much more indifferent than many people's, she was shocked when hundreds of billions of dollars were offered to her.

She read the agreement and couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid I'll get someone to set you up?" Raymond glanced at her, "You wouldn't." When he said this, he took her hand and he was resolute.

Scarlett blushed under his gaze. She tried to pull her hand back but found his grip tight. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "You think my grandfather buy this, huh?" "Whether he buys it or not, this is my sincerity." Indeed, Raymond was sincere.

Scarlett grunted softly, "I want to have sporridge for supper." She had taken the train and had been in the car for almost an hour. She had little appetite.

Then Raymond let go of her hand, "Well, I'll have it delivered over."