She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Albert sent many more screenshots, but Alfie no longer cared to look at them. He tossed his cell phone aside, hastily put on his seatbelt, and drove to

Moira’s.

Moira’s Twitter had been jaimmed. Her cell phone would die if she logged in to her vorified account.

She was going to wait another day or two before checking on Twitter again, and anyway, she had thrown the ball back to Claire.

As a “beautiful, young female writer,” Claire liked to post some affected and hokey words on Twitter and waited for people to kiss her a**. The trending topic today obviously targeted Moira. Now that everyone’s attention was on the marriage license, Moira went from the most pathetic bride to the most successful Mrs. Covington. The joke was on Clairel

Moira had never felt so happy to think about Claire’s possible response. She would want to get on the bed and roll over if her leg was fully recovered. She was so overjoyed that only playing the piano could express it.

Just as she had arrived at the piano room and put down her cell phone, the screen lit up. It was probably Juliet sending her screenshots of the abusive comments about Claire.

She grinned and clicked it, only to find it was a screenshot of her post on instagram. More specifically, it was a screenshot of the “Seen” post.

Juliet: [Oh my G o d! Barclay sent the post right after yours. Your husband is such a man, Moira!]

Moira was startled when Jullet referred to Barclay as “Your husband.” She coughed embarrassedly.

Moira looked at the screenshot and suddenly realized Barclay was the one who posted “Seen.”

When did she follow him on Instagram? She couldn’t recall.

Jubet: [I heard he hadn’t posted anything for three years. And this is a response to your post. Oh, you stinky lovers.]

Juliet: [I’m afraid he authorized the Sega Group account to release that statement. What the heck? Could he be your secret fan?]

Law the

Moira hurriedly stopped Juliet from being ridiculous and replied. [To tell the truth, I am also very flattered. I didn’t know it was him until I saw screenshot]

Juliet

This is more and more exciting! Maybe he has a crush on you?]

Moira thought Juliet was daydreaming. You’d better put a stop to your whims.]

Moira thought about it and decided to thank Barclay on WhatsApp. [Mr. Covington, I saw the statement. Thank you for being so cooperative.]NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Barclay was probably busy and didn’t reply to the message. When Moira was about to play the piano, the maid told her Alfie was waiting downstairs.

“Moira didn’t even look up. “Tell him to leave.”