The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 402

Max set his glass down, his long fingers absently tracing the rim. The low lighting threw shadows across his face, making his already sharp features look even more mysterious. His eyes, dark and impossible to read, flicked up.

“So what’s your point?” he asked.

Holden leaned back, a sly smile playing on his lips. His narrowed gaze lingered on Max. “She’s not like most girls. There’s something wild about her, a fire. Makes winning her over feel even better.” As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with greedy intent.

“Don’t you want a taste for yourself?”

Max grabbed the wine bottle, refilling his glass with a steady hand. His face gave away nothing. “You want to team up with Jeremy?”

Holden’s grin turned cold. “Just tossing out some bait. He’ll bite. Isn’t this the perfect chance to get rid of him?”

A tiny, unreadable smile tugged at Max’s mouth. “Is that really what you want? To get rid of him, or are you just hoping to cash in while someone else does the dirty work?”

Holden’s expression faltered. The smile vanished and he looked serious for once. “Max, we’re on the same side. Why would I ever go against you? Besides, is there really anyone out there who could outsmart you?”

Max turned toward him. “Come here.”

Holden hesitated, then leaned in.

Without warning, Max grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it against Holden’s head.

Wine splattered everywhere. Glass shards scattered across the table.

Holden cried out, clutching his head as blood trickled between his fingers.

A chair scraped loudly across the floor.

Max calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. With the same cool indifference as always, he wiped the blood from his hands and tossed the cloth onto the floor. His gaze stayed icy as he looked at Holden, who was doubled over in pain.

“Remember this, Holden. I’m not someone you can play. Don’t try your little tricks with me. Because if you do, you’ll find out just how ruthless I can be.”

*

That night, Felicia didn’t go to Gavin’s estate. Instead, she and Luke went back to the villa they were renting. With the restraining order in place, and knowing Holden still needed Jeremy for his own plans, she figured he wouldn’t bother her for now.

“No thanks,” she said, then hung up.

After that, she called the company’s representative to apologize and asked if it was possible to resend the contract or let her come in and sign in person.

But the representative sounded genuinely sorry. They couldn’t reissue it. She needed to sign the original within three days.

Felicia could tell what was really going on. It wasn’t that they couldn’t make a new contract. Someone had already made sure she had no other choice. Who else could it be but Max?

There was no point pushing it further.

“Alright, I understand,” she said, then hung up.

Felicia texted Max, asking for the address.

He replied almost instantly, sending her the location. It wasn’t the villa. According to the address, he was at the main office.

Luke was with her at work that day. When he found out she needed to pick up the contract from Max, he offered to drive her over.