CHAPTER 657: CHAPTER 657: I’M GOING TO KISS YOU, NO MATTER WHAT!

However, in the next second, she saw everyone in the wedding dress shop bowing towards Winnie Winslow.

"Welcome, boss, for visiting the store!"

Their sincere demeanor was definitely not fake!

If Winnie Winslow were not the z designer, it would be impossible for Mr. Wiseman to show such respect towards her!

Misty Sutton felt her whole face burn with pain, and her vision nearly went black.

Winnie Winslow was actually the renowned z designer!

This was worse than being killed!

Misty Sutton felt a lump in her throat, unable to utter a single word!

Julian Hawthorne’s usually composed and handsome face was now filled with shock.

His ex-wife, who used to work for him, turned out to be a world-famous design master?

Wasn’t this world turning surreal?

For a moment, an indescribable emotion surged within Julian Hawthorne’s chest, and he slightly squinted his eyes, looking at Winnie Winslow.

Winnie Winslow calmly flicked her hair, casting a disdainful glance at Misty Sutton and Julian Hawthorne.

Immediately, she said, "From now on, put a sign at the entrance of all our brand stores—"

"Julian Hawthorne, Misty Sutton, and dogs are not allowed in!"

After saying this, Winnie Winslow felt it was a pity for the cute little dogs.

Comparing Julian Hawthorne, this scumbag, to dogs was truly insulting to them!

Misty Sutton almost fainted with anger at these words.

When had she, the Sutton family’s eldest daughter, ever suffered such humiliation?

Yet, now she couldn’t utter a single word of defiance as she looked at Winnie Winslow.

This was the z designer after all; offending her would mean the end of her career in the design and fashion world!

Julian Hawthorne’s face turned somber on the spot.

What did this foolish woman mean?

He wanted to grab Winnie Winslow and ask her what else she had deceived him about.

Aside from this z designer identity, could there be more things he didn’t know about?

However, Winnie Winslow couldn’t be bothered with them anymore, handing the matter over to the manager and went down to the underground parking lot.

This was truly unlucky!

If she’d known she was going to run into Julian Hawthorne, this scumbag dog, she wouldn’t have come.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors had just opened when Julian Hawthorne’s tall figure appeared in front of her.

Winnie Winslow: "?"

How come this scumbag dog is still lingering?

Slightly curling her lips in exasperation, Winnie Winslow pretended not to see him, trying to walk past him and leave.

However, Julian Hawthorne was relentless, directly grabbing the slender wrist of the woman.

Winnie Winslow furrowed her brows.

The next second, she struck at the man without warning.

Julian Hawthorne was caught off-guard, with the woman’s sneak attack landing on his back, his eyebrow raised.

This foolish woman actually knew martial arts?

An immense interest suddenly arose in Julian Hawthorne’s heart, and he slightly curved his lips, casually beginning to spar with her.

"Bang—"

The sound of bodies colliding with the elevator wall echoed, as Winnie Winslow was pinned in the man’s arms.

Dammit!

She underestimated him.

Winnie Winslow looked at him coldly, "What do you want?"

Julian Hawthorne looked at the woman’s cold and alluring little face, his Adam’s apple rolling twice suddenly.

How did he not notice before, that his ex-wife was quite the seductress?

Letting out a snort of laughter, Julian Hawthorne brazenly leaned down to kiss the woman’s rosy lips.

"Slap—"

Winnie Winslow reacted swiftly, raising her hand to give him a slap.

"Get your filthy mouth away!"

She coldly rebuked, her eyes full of disgust.

Who knew how many women his lips had kissed, yet he dared to kiss her, who gave him such audacity?!

The left side of Julian Hawthorne’s face tingling with pain, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and the next second, he suddenly moved, pinning both of Winnie Winslow’s wrists over her head.

He forcefully and domineeringly kissed her.

"I’ll kiss you if I want to."