The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 644

Dannie and the BlueMarble Investments higher-ups walked over to Max.

“Mr. Hawthorne.”

Max glanced up and gave them a cool nod.

Dannie would be putting together a detailed report from today’s event to send his way later.

The executives chatted with Max for a bit, just casual talk.

One of them, acting all nonchalant, said, “Mr. Foxhall and Mr. Milman seemed particularly in sync during the meeting.”

Earlier, as the conversation went on, Darin had backed Jeremy without hesitation, agreeing with everything he said.

Anyone watching might’ve assumed the two of them were seriously tight.

From the BlueMarble side, Darin’s attitude felt almost like a slap in the face—for both the company and for Max.

Max listened with that calm, unreadable expression of his. He looked past them, eyes finding three people standing off to the side. Then, he silently walked right toward them.

He couldn’t exactly be subtle. People noticed him the moment he stepped into any room.

Felicia spotted him right away, tall and effortlessly put together, making his way through the crowd.

Darin turned as Max approached. “Back already?”

“Mm.” Max didn’t really respond, just scanned right past him and landed his gaze on Felicia. His eyes drifted downward, pausing at her feet.

Suddenly, Max stepped forward and dropped to one knee in front of her, no warning at all. He reached for her ankle, steady and sure, wrapping his hand around it.

Felicia went rigid, completely stunned.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” Her voice was barely more than a gasp.

She tried to pull her foot back, totally by instinct, but Max’s grip was too firm. There was no getting away from him.

“Max!” Felicia’s voice was low but sharp, laced with warning. She looked absolutely mortified.

Max let go of her ankle and looked up into her eyes. “Don’t wear such high heels next time. You’ve done enough for today. I’ll have the driver take you home so you can rest.”

Felicia set her jaw, turning away without answering.

Max got to his feet. “Or we’ll just leave together once we’re done here.”

At that moment, a staff member showed up with the new shoes they’d bought. She barely dared to breathe as she approached, completely intimidated by the three men whose presence just filled the space.

She stopped beside Jeremy, holding out the bag with both hands. “Mr. Milman, your shoes are here.”

Jeremy took it, giving her a quick thank you.

“You’re welcome.”

He pulled out the shoebox, opened it, and revealed a pair of buttery soft, lambskin flats.