The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 655

Felicia set her glass down and didn’t bother explaining. “It’s nothing.”

Jeremy leaned forward a little. “I doubt Andrea and Holden are together just because Hank wants it. I think Holden has his own plans, probably something to do with Max. Working with the Curtis family might not be his only goal.”

Felicia gave a small shrug. “As long as none of this mess interferes with you or Roen Capital, let them tear each other apart. I wouldn’t mind watching Holden and Max go down together.”

Their drama didn’t interest her in the slightest.

“Guess we’ll see if Holden’s really up to it.”

“If you get a shot at messing with their little scheme, you should definitely take it,” she added, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Jeremy laughed softly. “I’ll keep my eyes open. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”

With that, they let the Curtis family and all of Max’s drama fade into the background.

After dinner, they headed back to the hotel together.

Felicia showered, changed into something comfortable, and slipped into bed. She propped herself up with her tablet, scrolling through her work schedule. She had at least another week here, so heading back to the Capital wouldn’t happen until next week.

Suddenly, her phone lit up—a call from Heather, who sounded shocked the second Felicia picked up.

“Did you hear about Andrea and Holden? They’re getting engaged! I mean, what the hell?”

Heather’s tone turned gossipy. “Honestly, though, they do make sense together. Andrea only likes men if they’re hot, and she’ll chase any handsome guy she meets. Holden totally ticks her boxes.”

Felicia listened, half-smiling. She didn’t know Andrea well, just heard some stories Savannah had shared—and, of course, there was all the mess with Max. With Andrea’s sweet little act and those big innocent eyes, she seemed desperate for every rich, powerful, good-looking man to fall at her feet.

No question, Andrea was beautiful. Enough to catch Max’s eye, anyway.

“But you know what?” Heather went on, her voice sharper. “The only reason Max won’t pick Andrea now is because you got even prettier, and, let’s be real, you outsmart her too. He’s just shallow and selfish.”

“My brother’s got business with the Curtis family. What are they even up to?” Heather sounded annoyed. “What can you expect from people who raised Andrea?”

“You too,” Felicia replied.

The call ended, and Felicia set her phone aside. That’s when the doorbell rang.

She glanced at the door, her eyes growing cold.

Picking up the hotel’s room phone, she dialed the front desk.

The clerk answered quickly. “How can I help you?”

“There’s someone knocking at my door,” she said calmly. “Could you check who it is for me?”

She hung up, just as her phone buzzed with a WeChat message. On the screen, it was Max.

He’d written: Open the door.