The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1128

Caleb quickly tries to smooth things over. "Your business is my business, Mr. Hawthorne. We must work together to ensure the successful development of the Azure Initiative."

Max swirls the red wine in his glass, the crimson liquid casting dark, volatile shadows across his sharp jawline. "You really have grown old, Caleb."

Caleb blinks, instantly sensing the loaded implication, though he cannot fully decipher it.

Max continues, his voice devoid of warmth. "You managed to easily uncover information that even my network couldn't find."

The color drains from Caleb's face as the realization hits him. Jeffrey deliberately leaked this information to him. It effectively proved that Jeffery has spies deeply embedded within Caleb's inner circle. Every secret deal between Caleb and Max is fully known to Jeffrey. Furthermore, Jeffrey used Caleb as a pawn to deliver Felicia's location to Max, aiming to spark a vicious war between Max and Jeremy, or perhaps just to test how far Max would go for her.

It is a brilliant, ruthless move killing two birds with one stone.

Max lets out a dark scoff and stands up abruptly, his aura suffocatingly cold.

Panic seizing his chest, Caleb jumps to his feet. "Mr. Hawthorne, wait."

Max completely ignores him, striding out of the private dining room with a terrifyingly grim expression. Jeffrey had played his hand perfectly, but Max is not about to sit by idly.

Getting into the back seat of his car, he barks an order. "To Roen Capital."

Sweating, Isaac starts the engine and pulls onto the street, stealing a nervous glance at his boss through the rearview mirror. The oppressive silence in the cabin makes it hard to breathe. With evening rush hour in full swing, traffic is agonizingly slow, and Isaac's anxiety skyrockets as they sit idling between congested lanes.

"Mr. Hawthorne," Isaac ventures cautiously, "Mr. Milman might not even be at the office."

As he steps away, Anthony steps into his path, raising an arm to block him. "Hold on."

Isaac stops again, meeting Anthony's challenging gaze.

"Whatever business you have with him, you can pass the message through me," Anthony demands, his tone aggressive and unyielding.

Isaac maintains a perfectly professional expression. "Thank you, but I wouldn't want to trouble you, Mr. Murray."

"It's no trouble at all. You can tell me directly." Clearly, Anthony has no intention of letting him walk away.