The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 401 - 397

The person seemed to be making a call, and the phone in Rosie’s hand started chiming at the very same time as well.

"You must be Ace Moran. You were the one who called Miss Pierce, right?" Rosie asked nervously. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the tall man, then at the ringing phone.

Ace was wearing a long black coat and frowning down at her. He looked like royalty, extremely elegant and completely out of reach. He furrowed his brow and asked slowly, "So, you’re Pierce’s friend?"

"Uh yeah, kind of," Rosie replied unsurely. She knew that Joanna hated her ex-husband, so she didn’t really want to engage with this jerk either. However, the situation was rather urgent, so she looked past his menacing aura and blurted out, "You’re just in time! Please save Miss Pierce – she’s surrounded by a bunch of perverts!"

"They’re trying to attack her?"

"Yeah! Right there! Just listen to the screams yourself... I can’t even get through because there’s so many people around!" Rosie was tearing up as she pointed towards the crowd surrounding the ’arena’. She felt so useless for not being able to chase those thugs away, and couldn’t bear to imagine what Joanna was going through.

Ace turned to look at where she was pointing, and noticed that it was indeed quite noisy. The crowd would cheer with excitement every once in a while, and blood-curdling shrieks would follow right after.

To Rosie’s confusion, the man just looked amused, and grabbed a stool and sat down nonchalantly. After that, he even called a waiter over and ordered a Long Island.

"Mr. Moran, what are you doing?! How can you possibly be in the mood for a cocktail? Can’t you hear Miss Pierce getting beaten up? You need to save her!" Rosie urged hurriedly.

"No need, she can deal with this on her own," Ace replied calmly, taking a sip from his beverage.

Rosie was enraged by Ace’s indifference, and refused to play nice any longer. "No wonder Miss Pierce hates you so much that she’d rather stay single than be with you! You’re nothing but a cold-blooded reptile! You have no heart!"

"What do you mean?" Ace was puzzled. He had only ordered a cocktail, so why was he now being called a cold-blooded animal?

However, he didn’t get mad, and instead asked curiously, "What did Pierce tell you about me?"

"She said that you’re an iceberg! She wasted four years trying to warm your heart, but nothing worked! All you did was give her frostbite from your cold behavior... For a while, I was wondering if Miss Pierce was exaggerating. You did put in a lot of effort to get back together with her, which shows that you still have love for her... but she was actually right! You’re cruel and callous! You know how much danger she is in right now, but you’re not doing anything! How can you drink at a time like this? Even animals have bigger hearts than you!"

Rosie didn’t seem to be scared of the man at all, and finally scoffed, "Whatever. I shouldn’t wait around till you decide to save Miss Pierce, I’ll just do it myself!"

The woman gritted her teeth as she smashed a beer bottle and walked over to the crowd with her sharp, newfound weapon. She was worried that Joanna would get pummeled to death if they stalled any longer.

"Sure, good luck." Ace smiled softly. He thought to himself, ’This woman really is Pierce’s friend, huh? She’s just as hot-tempered as her, and Clara Blackwood too. Birds of a feather, I suppose, but it is quite amusing.’

"Jerk!" Rosie yelled at him and spat at the ground. However, just as she turned back towards the crowd, a large object suddenly flew towards her, landing heavily at her feet.

"Ah!" Rosie was so frightened that she stumbled back.

Rosie soon came to realize that this ’large object’ was, in fact, the arrogant Max.

"Ow!" Max yelped. His chubby face was bruised and swollen, and he kept whimpering in pain.

"What... What just happened?" Rosie looked confused.

Ace, on the other hand, continued sipping his cocktail, unsurprised. "This is her style, after all."

Soon after, another person came flying over, landing right on top of Max. It looked like the ’Ed’ that Max had mentioned. Another man came flying over, then another, and another, until there were six of them stacked on top of each other like building blocks, wailing and howling.

"The beauty won! She actually won! I’m rich, baby!" The few people who had bet on Joanna winning the fight cheered at the outcome.

"If you’ve won money, then share some of it with me! I don’t fight for free, you know!" Joanna growled and stumbled over to a man, grabbing him by the hair.

Immediately, the people around her backed away, staring at her like she was a ghost.

"Miss Pierce! Are you okay?" Rosie rushed over, helping the drunk woman stand. She looked her up and down, filled with disbelief. "H-How is this possible? You’re... not hurt at all?"

"Of course! I, Joanna Pierce, have never lost in a fight before! Besides, I drank, so my strength went from 30% to 80%! I can’t even pull my punches! These punks were unlucky to have met me!" Joanna leaned against Rosie, her face flushed red as she continued to brag.

She was actually quite fond of fighting. If she could solve a problem with violence, she’d definitely do it. She felt like being a pacifist was just a waste of her time and energy, but now that she was a mother,

she knew she couldn’t settle her issues in such a way. That was why she always kept her strength to herself.

Now that she was given the opportunity, she was more than happy to relieve some stress, especially since she had been in a bad mood lately.

"I didn’t expect you to be so strong, Miss Pierce. I couldn’t tell at all! I even thought of you as fragile because of your background. You’re... amazing." Rosie was staring at Joanna in awe.

"Amazing? Nah! I can even teach you a few moves if you’d like..." Joanna responded, quite happy after being able to swing her fists freely.

Rosie then whispered into her ear. "By the way, Mr. Ace Moran is here for you."

"Who?"

"Mr. Ace Moran... your ex-husband."

"My ex-husband? Are you mistaken?" Joanna, still tipsy, thought Rosie was joking. She scoffed mockingly, "If that fragile little rich boy dares to come to a place like this, I’ll write my name backwards from now on!"

"You really are drunk, Annjo." Ace approached them, smiling lightly at Joanna.