The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 227

“The court said the defendant requested a delay,” Cameron explained. “No details, and they didn’t set a new date. It’s open-ended.”

Felicia’s fingers tightened around her phone.

“Ms. Ross, I think you should try talking with Mr. Hawthorne directly,” Cameron added. He could feel just how much influence the other side had. This lawsuit wasn’t going to be simple.

“I understand,” Felicia replied.

She ended the call and sat in silence on the sofa for a while.

Eventually, she picked up her phone again, scrolled to a certain number, and dialed.

The phone rang twice, then the call was cut off.

Felicia frowned.

She immediately called Gavin instead.

Before she could say a word, Gavin’s voice came through, teasing and light. “Hey, Evelynn, did you call because you miss me?”

“Gavin, do you know where Max is?” Felicia cut straight to the point.

Gavin let out a dramatic sigh. “So you weren’t thinking of me at all. What do you need him for?”

“I just need to talk to him,” she said.

“We’re at the billiards lounge. Want to come over?”

Felicia got up and left her room.

After asking a staff member for directions, she found her way to the billiards lounge.

She opened the door and stepped inside.

The room was big and bright, but almost silent except for the sharp sound of billiard balls clacking together.

Only Max, Gavin, and a staff member were there.

Max was bent over the table, his posture sharp and focused, every movement confident and controlled. His grip on the cue was steady, arms strong and defined. He took his shot, and five balls dropped neatly into the pockets.

Gavin groaned. “You never leave me a single shot.”

Max straightened, voice cool and steady. “I don’t believe in giving my opponent any chances.”

Gavin laughed, then spotted Felicia at the door. “Evelynn, you made it! Get over here and help me out. This guy’s getting too cocky.”

Gavin laughed. “That’s what I like to hear. You’ve got to put this guy in his place.”

Max watched her closely.

Felicia lined up her shot and hit the cue ball.

It was obvious right away that she played on a whole different level compared to Gavin. He cheered her on. “Evelynn’s a two-time American champion, Max. There’s still time to admit defeat.”

Max’s lips curled into a faint, almost taunting smile. “Is that so? Then let’s see what she’s really capable of.”

Felicia caught the tone in his voice and had to resist the urge to throw a ball at him.

He glanced her way, then took his shot.

After three rounds, neither of them had the upper hand.

Gavin beamed. “Don’t underestimate her, Max.”

Max kept his expression unreadable, calm as ever.

Felicia leaned over the table, her long fingers poised in front of the cue ball. With a sharp movement, she pulled off a flawless jump shot, sending a striped ball straight into the pocket.