After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 734

How come now... he's also secretly married? The President pondered silently.

Not only him, but also everyone present was curious about the identity of Darius' wife.

Isabelle felt a little uncomfortable. This man was good-looking, but why was he a womanizer? He

already has a wife and yet he's still being so flirtatious with her.

She couldn't help but struggle, but the man's big hand suddenly tightened. "What's wrong?"

Isabelle blushed slightly and could feel the man's warm breath brushing her cheeks, "You ... You let go

of me."

"Why let go?" Darius looked at her indulgently, as if she were a temperamental child. "You gave birth to

such a cute and sensible child for me. I could never let go of you for the rest of my life."

Isabelle's red lips parted slightly in shock. Did she hear it correctly?

Upon hearing his words, everyone was once again shocked!

What does he mean by saying that? Is Isabelle's child his?

How is that possible?

The President's head was buzzing and he couldn't help but take several steps back, almost losing his

balance. "What did you say? The child is yours? You're the man? How is that possible? Mr. Foster...

what does this have to do with you?"

Isabelle suddenly snapped out of her shock and realized what the man meant.

Is he, so excellent and handsome a man, the father of her child?

"The man from five years ago was me, and it was an accident that I would sneak into her room."

Darius' voice rang out coldly, his icy hostile eyes swept towards everyone in the Bentley family, "I will

not let go of all of those who have bullied Isabelle, all of them."

The cold gaze made the Bentleys' backs suddenly chill, and a shiver ran up their spines.

This man... has a scary look in his eyes.

Mrs. Bentley suppressed all her fears and did not want to be looked down upon by these guests, nor

did she want to give Isabelle any advantage.

They've all heard of Darius' name.

This man is not only wealthy but also handsome. If Isabelle manages to hook up with him, then in the

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The more Mrs. Bentley thought about it, the angrier she got.

Mrs. Bentley curled her lips. "Mr. Foster, don't say that bastard is your child. You should know Isabelle

is none other than a slut. Who knows what tricks she uses to seduce you?"

"You men always like pretty women, but there's not a good one among them. I advise you not to mess

around with her. I'm doing this for your own good. What is your status and what is hers?"

"She's the President's daughter, a legitimate heiress and future wife of mine. So tell me... what is her

status?" Darius spoke coldly.

The President dryly said to him, "Mr. Foster, are you sure you have the right person? Is she really the

woman you had an affair with five years ago? It couldn't be her."

He held onto his last shred of hope that it wasn't Isabelle.

From Darius' expression, it was clear that he wanted revenge Isabelle...

Darius ignored them and then reached out his hand to lightly clapped.

Immediately a man pushed through the crowd and respectfully handed him a file.

The man opened it up and took out a document from inside; its cover was very eye-catching with

"paternity test" written in large letters.

"Paternity test?"

"Whose test is this for?"

"Is it Mr. Foster's and Bethany's?"

"Mr. Foster really came prepared."

Those guests who were watching the show were starving for information.

It was obvious that Darius had come prepared; he never fought without confidence or spoke without

evidence.

So he handed over the paternity test directly to Isabelle. "Open it up."

Isabelle's heart raced so much that she thought it would jump out of her chest.

A paternity test...

"It can't be true! You're actually Bethany's biological father? Is this your paternity test with Bethany?"

She still couldn't believe what was happening.

How could something so magical happen to her?

"If it's not mine or my daughter's, whose else could it be?" Darius looked at Isabelle's pretty face, which

haunted his dreams every night. If circumstances allowed him, he really wanted nothing more than to

hold her tightly in his arms right now and kiss her fiercely.

The feeling of having something truly belonged to him was truly addictive.

Sylvia, who had been watching the show all along, raised her eyebrows and glanced over at Franklin

who was also watching. The man remained calm and collected despite Darius' appearance, causing

Sylvia to smirk. "I didn't know you had a hobby of playing Cupid," she said.