The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 642

Miranda picked up her teacup, running her fingers slowly along the rim. Disappointment laced every word. “She only acts this bold with Max, with the Hawthorne family, because she thinks she's finally somebody. Now she thinks she can fly wherever she likes.”

Wilson thought for a moment before speaking. “With the way things are now, I don’t think Mr. Hawthorne will agree to a divorce anytime soon.”

Miranda let out a long sigh and shook her head. “Max threw Anne a birthday party in Australia, acknowledged Felicia in front of everyone. It didn’t make big waves back here, but it’s obvious he never planned to divorce her. Funny how things work out. If we’d just let them split up back then, none of this trouble would’ve happened.”

It wasn’t Felicia’s stubbornness that worried her the most. What really scared her was that Felicia refused to settle down and quietly stay by Max’s side. After all the drama with the Lisbon family, who knew what she might do next to hurt Max’s reputation?

That was the real issue.

Felicia slid into her car and pulled away from the Hawthorne estate.

She hadn’t missed the real message behind Miranda’s visit. It was a warning, clear as day.

The Hawthornes cared about one thing: their reputation. Everything else—every person, every feeling—was secondary.

The thought made Felicia’s lips curl into a faint, bitter smile.

High society was always the same—selfish, two faced, and only ever out for themselves.

Even so, it sounded like there wasn’t anyone left in the Hawthorne family who could keep Max in check.

Her phone started buzzing.

Felicia took it out, saw Max’s name on the screen, and pressed answer. She kept her voice cool. “Hello.”

“You went to the old place today?” Max asked.

So he’d already heard.

“If you want to know something, just ask your grandmother. No need to call me.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you upset?”

Surprised, Felicia hesitated before saying, “There’s nothing for me to be angry about.”

“Yes!”

Max handed the phone to Anne, and Felicia chatted with her daughter for a while.

Friday came.

At two o’clock, the convention center buzzed with a crowd of industry leaders and influencers, all gathered for a forum on globalization and new opportunities. The event was very exclusive, invite only.

Of course, Jeremy’s name was on the list.

BlueMarble Investments sent two high level executives—Dannie was there with them.

Felicia was deep in conversation with Jeremy when a group from BlueMarble Investments came over to say hello. Dannie followed close behind. Both sides exchanged polite greetings, the kind you’d expect at events like this, all smiles and courtesies.

“Mr. Foxhall.”

Felicia heard someone call out. She turned slightly and caught sight of Darin out of the corner of her eye.