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Not My Husband Anymore novel Chapter 27

Please get rid of this person, and in the future, don’t let anyone like this into the community. Otherwise, how can you guarantee our safety as residents!

Ms. Hogan, don’t worry. I’ll get rid of him right away, and from now on, we’ll never let someone like this in again. We’ll also strengthen our security measures to ensure the safety of all residents!

After hanging up, the building manager immediately took out his walkietalkie: Stalker spotted on the 16th floor, send two people over to help!

The veins on Damian’s forehead throbbed as he cursed Claudine a thousand times in his heart!

But more importantly, he couldn’t let himself be taken to the police station.

The president of the Barrette Group being escorted to the police station in the middle of the night!

He could already imagine how the media would report it!

With no other choice, Damian could only call Audrey.

Claudine woke up very early the next day. As she was leaving, the property manager on the first floor told her about the resolution of last night’s incident.

Ms. Hogan, what happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. That gentleman is the exhusband of the owner of 1703 upstairs. He was drunk late at night and mistook your door, disturbing your rest.

Ms. Lavigne’s exhusband?

Claudine was a little surprised.

Last night, didn’t she see the two of them embracing downstairs?

How could he have mistaken the floor?

The property manager said, After confirming with you by phone last night, we were planning to take him to the po- lice station. That gentleman called Ms. Lavigne, and she quickly came down and took him back to her own place.

She also said that she had a quarrel with her exhusband, and he drunkenly went to the wrong floor.

Ms. Hogan, please rest assured, similar incidents will not happen again.

Claudine felt that something was off, but she was in a hurry to leave and didn’t think much about it.

Today was the official start of Mr. Legare’s auction, and she needed to get there early to prepare.

At the venue, the staff had already arrived. After Claudine confirmed that the items were all in order, she quickly be-

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gan the preliminary work.

Most of the items at Mr. Legare’s auction were antiques, which happened to be Claudine’s area of expertise.

Among them, she was especially fond of the pastel openwork Ethereal Seraphim Sculpture.

Soon, the collectors participating in the auction arrived one after another. Many had attended the preview before and already had their targets in mind.

As soon as Audrey arrived, someone recognized her as Mrs. Barrette.

People crowded forward.

Although their own status was already far above ordinary people, in front of the Barrette family, they still paled in comparison.

Although Audrey only allowed people to call her Ms. Lavigne,she still accepted their flattery, carrying herself with the air of Mrs. Barrette.

Claudine, backstage at the time, could hear the commotion. She glanced at the surveillance screen and saw Audrey surrounded like a star, which made her even more curious about Audrey’s identity.

In the top circles of Bronzevale, there were plenty of people who had remarried or had children with exwives, but few had such status.

For example, Damian!

Realizing she was actually thinking of Damian, Claudine laughed at herself, thinking she must be losing her mind to imagine such a melodramatic situation happening to herself.

Someone like Damian, if he truly loved someone, surely wouldn’t be willing to let go.

Ms. Hogan, it’s time to go on stage.

The staff’s reminder pulled Claudine back from her thoughts.

Alright.

Claudine stood up, straightened her blueandwhite evening dress, and walked gracefully into the venue in her high heels.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening! Welcome to Mr. Keith Legare’s charity auction. I am Claudine, your chief auc- tioneer.

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