The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 1242

"How is Boris? What should we do with his body?" Joanna asked sadly.

Bruce sighed deeply. "Alas, I couldn't keep him alive in the end."

"So what's next?"

"It's fine. I've already arranged everything. You don't have to worry." Bruce gently rubbed Joanna's

cheek.

Joanna could not help but ask, "Then... what about Aria? How do you plan to solve her problem?"

Bruce was stunned. He carefully looked at Joanna.

"Joann, let's not talk about her anymore, okay? You're right. She's an adult and has her own thoughts.

No one can control her.

"As a friend, I've already done what I should. Since she's unwilling to listen to me, I can only let her be!"

Joanna didn't say anything else when she heard this, but her expression darkened.

With her understanding of Bruce, he probably wouldn't really sit back and do nothing. However, she

had figured it out now. He could do whatever he wanted!

Bruce had known Aria for so many years. She was his classmate, colleague, and his first girlfriend. It

was impossible for him to completely cut her out of his heart.

Joanna would just give him some leeway and space!

"Alright! I'll go back first," Joanna said and wanted to leave the hospital.

Since she was sure that he was fine, she was relieved.

When Bruce saw this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he hugged her tightly. "Joann, what are

you going to do?"

"Seeing that you're fine, I'm relieved. I'll go back first."

"Honey, are you still angry? I swear to God that if I have improper thoughts about her, I'll die a horrible

death.

"I really lost my mind a few days ago to anger you because of her. I really realized my mistake. Can

you not be angry anymore?"

"No, I'm not angry!"

"Really? I don't believe you." Bruce looked at her pitifully, afraid that she was being sarcastic.

"I'm really not angry anymore. I've gotten over it now. You can do whatever you want in the future."

"See, you're still mad at me."

"I'm really not. I'm just worried about the children. I want to go back hurriedly and take care of them."

"Oh, okay then. Can I have a kiss?" Bruce lowered his head slightly.

Joanna paused for two seconds before kissing his face.

"Good girl, don't be angry again!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Downstairs, a large number of reporters were still waiting. When they saw Joanna appear, they

swarmed over.

Fortunately, the security guards were already prepared. They immediately protected Joanna and NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

blocked the reporters.

"Mrs. Everett, please say a few words. What's the current situation of Mr. Everett? The entire Greyport

people are concerned about this problem!"

Joanna looked at the camera and replied calmly, "My husband is doing well. Thank you for being so

concerned."

With that, she got into the car!

Crack! Crack!

The reporters chased the car and took a few more photos.

Soon, the news of the rumor being refuted was uploaded to various media outlets.

"Mrs. Everett personally refuted the rumors. Bruce did not pass away."

"Someone is maliciously spreading rumors. Mr. Everett has long been saved."

"Bruce's vital signs are stable. His death is untrue news."

With Joanna personally refuting the rumors, the reporters crazily bombarded the second round of

traffic.

"I was right. How could Bruce die?"

"He's the richest man in Greyport, my super idol. He won't die!"

"That's right. He's the God of our Greyport. He'll always be our God."

The commoners began to heave a sigh of relief, especially Bruce's hardcore fans.

At Yanice Group, Marcus kept coughing. "Cough, cough, cough!

"He's not dead. He's not dead..." Marcus trembled and coughed until he almost couldn't breathe.

"Mr. Yanice, don't get too excited."

"Miya, Miya!" Marcus's withered hand tightly grabbed Miya's hand.

"Mr. Yanice, don't be so agitated. Your health is more important!"

"Pfft!" Marcus was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He suffered from heart failure and could no longer withstand the attack. Then, he vomited a few

mouthfuls of blood and fell to the side of the bed like a dried corpse.

He was infuriated to death.

"Mr. Yanice, Mr. Yanice!

"Doctor, come quickly!"

The doctor rushed over and examined him. With a regretful expression, the doctor said, "Sorry, I can't

help it. Mr. Yanice can't be saved. Please prepare for his funeral."