My Cold Ex-Wife Refused to Move On novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Hard Truths and Soft Hearts

“No, I meant her personal situation. Like… does she have a boyfriend?”

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Victor froze mid–scroll. His hand hovered over the screen, completely speechless.

Patrick had been in the industry for fifteen years. Apart from the first two years, when he’d been forcibly subjected to the industry’s dark side, he’d kept a spotless record. He had legions of female fans, but never reached out to any of them, rarely even accepted gifts.

Now this guy–asking about someone’s relationship status?

This wasn’t just a cold tree blossoming in spring.

It was his first real crush.

“I don’t think you can handle Zynn. She’s got a temper. You might not be able to keep up,” Victor muttered as he started looking her up anyway.

Meanwhile, Zynn’s first impression of Patrick wasn’t great.

She headed upstairs, where Maggie was already waiting outside the elevator with a stack of files. Before Maggie could say anything about the upcoming meeting, she heard Zynn grumbling.

“What is with that guy? He’s prettier than half the women I know.”

Maggie glanced at her, catching the annoyance written all over Zynn’s face. She figured it was probably Zynn’s competitive streak kicking in.

There were more women than men in Quinn Group.

Wendy always emphasized that women should be polished and put–together, especially in the workplace. Everyone had to show up with full makeup–no frumpy looks allowed.

And Zynn, given her role, took that even more seriously.

She prided herself on being just as stunning as Wendy. So to be upstaged by a man? This era was wild.

Maggie offered gently, “You guys are always too busy to keep up with shows or movies, but Patrick’s a top- tier A–lister. Even Fenon International tried to sign him for years and failed. That should tell you something.”

Fenon didn’t need to jump through hoops for anyone. The fact that they tried for years without success said plenty. It also meant landing him at Quinn Group was practically a miracle.

Sometimes, good luck was a form of strength.

At six a.m., Chase was already at the hospital preparing for surgery. He didn’t walk out of the OR until five in the evening. Other departments were still working.

Melody and a few board members waited outside for updates.

When Chase finally came out, Azure immediately stepped forward. “That long? How’s the situation?”

They’d been watching through the second–floor observation room. It hadn’t looked great. Everyone was

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