The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1093

If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he never would have believed it. Mr. Forbes discreetly glanced at Felicia. Darin was clearly intimidated by Evelynn. The fact that Max Hawthorne's wife could keep Darin Foxhall on such a tight leash was endlessly fascinating. At the very least, it signaled that getting on Evelynn's good side might guarantee smooth negotiations with both BlueMarble and Centurion Group.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Darin, Mr. Forbes approached Felicia with a warm smile. "Evelynn, it has been far too long. I am Mr. Forbes from Centurion Group. We’ve met previously."

Felicia stood and shook his hand gracefully. "Of course I remember you, Mr. Forbes."

Mr. Forbes beamed, deeply pleased that she recalled their introduction. After a few more minutes of polite conversation, he excused himself and headed upstairs.

Felicia sank back into the plush sofa, pulling out her phone and scrolling idly. She completely ignored Darin, treating him as if he were nothing more than empty air. Darin stood there awkwardly, reverting to his meek posture, clearly wanting to say something but terrified of sparking another outburst.

Felicia finally lifted her eyes, staring at the man standing frozen like a wooden puppet. "Are you still here? Go home."

Darin snapped out of his daze and nodded quickly. "Right, I will head back now."

Felicia lowered her gaze back to her phone.

Darin turned and walked out of the building. Once he settled into his driver's seat, he pulled out his phone and fired off a text to Max: Are you completely mute? Do you not have your own mouth?

If Max deserved to be cursed out, he needed to hear it directly.

He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and reached for the ignition. Just as he looked up, he spotted a sleek sports car pulling to a halt diagonally across the lot. Max stepped out, dressed in a crisp white shirt and sporting tinted sunglasses that completely masked his eyes. He slipped one hand casually into his pocket and strode over with confident, sweeping steps.

Darin watched him approach with narrowed eyes. Max stopped right beside Darin's window and rapped his knuckles against the glass. Darin slowly rolled the window down, glaring at him in utter silence.

"So she actually yelled at you?" Max asked smoothly.

"You look incredibly pleased with yourself," Darin scoffed.

"I have things to do. I am not getting in. You should hurry home," Max replied dismissively. With that, he turned and began walking toward the building entrance.

He had barely taken three steps when he heard a car door slam violently shut behind him. Max paused and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Darin marching toward him, his face dark with fury.

"I am not finished with..."

Before Max could even complete his sentence, Darin shot out an arm, hooking it tightly around Max's neck in a vicious chokehold. Max pitched forward instantly, the breath rushing from his lungs. He instinctively grabbed Darin's arm with both hands. "Darin, let go."

Darin ignored him, dragging Max roughly back toward his car. Max dug the heels of his expensive shoes into the pavement, forcing his weight backward to stop their momentum. "Darin, if you do not let go right now, I’m gonna fight back."

"I would love to see you try," Darin hissed.

At that exact moment, Felicia walked out of the lobby, heading straight for the curb. From a distance, she caught sight of the two men shoving and dragging each other across the parking lot. While neither was throwing actual punches, they were aggressively tearing at each other's clothes with absolutely zero regard for their public image. Max's tinted sunglasses had already been knocked off and were lying forgotten on the asphalt.