The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1130

Darin isn't surprised by the news. He has already pieced most of it together. "I understand."

After hanging up, Savannah still feels a deep sense of unease.

"We can only wait and see how things play out," Anthony tells her.

"What exactly is Jeffrey trying to achieve?" she wonders aloud.

"Jeffrey is the only true heir of the Manning main house. If he doesn't take drastic, life-or-death measures to overhaul the structure, everything will eventually fall into the hands of the branch families. New orders are always born from chaos," Anthony explains calmly.

Savannah frowns, her worry deepening. "But by offending Max so brazenly, isn't he afraid Max will destroy him later?"

"There are no permanent friends in this world, only permanent interests. It all depends on how Jeffrey balances this relationship going forward."

Savannah sighs, struck by the ruthless reality of elite power struggles. She has seen her fair share of families tearing each other apart for inheritance, sending family to prison, or worse. But Jeffrey's massive, calculated purge is on a level she has never witnessed. On the surface, the news remains perfectly quiet, but the underground currents are already a raging storm.

"I just hope Felicia and Jeremy are okay," she murmurs.

"They are definitely safe. Try not to worry too much," Anthony reassures her.

After ending the call with Savannah, Darin attempts to dial Max's number, but Max instantly rejects the call. Staring at the disconnected screen, Darin takes a deep breath.

"To Oakridge Estate," he instructs his driver.

Upon arriving at the expansive villa, he finds it completely empty. The atmosphere is uncomfortably desolate. The nanny approaches to greet him. "Mr. Foxhall, what brings you here?"

"Where is Anne?" Darin asks.

Max halts on the bottom step and casts a cold glance over his shoulder. "I have nothing to say to you."

"You might not, but I have plenty to say to you," Darin shoots back.

"I am not in the mood for your self-righteous lectures." Max turns to continue climbing.

Darin lunges forward, grabbing Max by the shoulder. Before Darin can even get a word out, Max whirls around and drives his fist directly into Darin's face.

Caught entirely off guard, Darin stumbles backward, the metallic taste of blood instantly flooding his mouth. He runs his tongue against his throbbing cheek, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He glares up at the seething, furious man before him.

"So you are just taking all your pent-up rage towards Jeremy out on me?" Darin demands.

Max's eyes look as though they are forged from ice, his jaw clenched tight enough to snap bone. He lets out a dark, mocking laugh. "I mean, you two are so incredibly close these days. You constantly defend him, genuinely convinced he is some kind of saint."