The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1120

"I can walk perfectly fine on my own," Felicia snapped coldly. She shot Jeffrey one last venomous glare before standing up and marching toward the door.

Just as she was escorted out, Jeffrey's assistant strode into the room, holding out a vibrating phone. "Sir, it is Mr. Hawthorne calling."

Jeffrey took the device, accepted the call, and brought it to his ear. "Hello," he answered, his tone smooth and unruffled.

"Jeffrey, you had better return her to me before tonight," Max growled through the speaker.

Jeffrey chuckled lightly. "Of course. You give me my person, and I will give you yours."

"It seems you really are infatuated with her," Max spat.

"I simply have no reason to let someone else keep what belongs to me," Jeffrey replied coolly.

Max's voice dropped to a lethal, icy register. "If she is harmed, do not expect me to show you any mercy."

Jeffrey tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of his chair. "How deeply ironic. The woman you once despised so completely has now become the very weakness I can use against you."

His smirk deepened as he continued. "Do not worry. I guarantee she is perfectly safe. I merely invited her over as a guest. Whenever she decides she wants to leave, I will naturally let her go."

Max gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jeffrey did not bother answering. He ended the call and handed the phone back to his assistant.

Meanwhile, back at the Ross estate, Ava was growing frantic. She had been waiting for Felicia to arrive, but her calls were going straight to voicemail. Pacing with anxiety, she contacted Darin and asked him to call Max. That was how Darin discovered that Jeffrey had intercepted Felicia on her way home.

The Manning bloodline was dwindling, currently held together entirely by Jeffrey alone. If he could not break the rigid, century-old archaic rules his family blindly followed, the dynasty would die out with his generation. No proud man wanted to go down in history as the one who let his family fall to ruin.

Jeffrey desperately needed an heir. To ensure his offspring would be of the highest genetic quality, he had secretly undergone extensive testing, and Willa was apparently his perfect match. But Willa had absolutely no desire to bear his child. Since she had no surviving family members left, Jeffrey had no leverage to force her compliance. Despite her fragile appearance, Willa possessed an incredibly fierce will. Back when she had lost her sight, she stubbornly refused all medical treatment, simply because she could not bear the thought of ever having to look at Jeffrey's face again.

"So what exactly is he using Felicia to force you to do?" Darin demanded.

Max remained tight-lipped. "Go back and tell Colton that Felicia is perfectly safe. I will bring her home without a single scratch on her."

Darin glared at him, his patience thinning. "Why are you keeping secrets right now?"

"If I need your help, I will contact you," Max said flatly. "But there are certain matters you would do best to stay entirely out of."