The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 684

Holden savored the fine wine and said slowly, "Whether she loves him or not, their relationship is already far more complicated than a simple friendship."

Trey sneered. "Indeed. Evelyn can't be clueless to everything Jeremy has done for her. So she could never go back to Max with a clear conscience. She's in a rather pitiful position, isn't she?"

Holden said, "That's what she gets for falling for Max. Women are so shallow. They let love and romance trap them for their entire lives, destined only to be controlled by men."

With that, he changed the subject. "What's the situation with Greenway Electrical Services?"

"Brock is useless. I overestimated him," Trey said. "Greg was watching his every move. But someone must have tipped Greg off beforehand. In any case, there's no way in hell Heather is marrying Greg and bringing Yara with her." As he spoke, a sinister light gleamed in his eyes.

It was Jeremy who had dug up dirt on him, forcing him into a divorce. Otherwise, he never would have let Heather leave him.

Trey took the glass of wine offered by the woman. "Honestly, at this point, I'd rather see Evelyn and Max end up together. It would be perfect to watch Jeremy suffer from unrequited love while Evelyn and Max torture each other."

Just then, Holden's phone vibrated.

He picked it up from the sofa and glanced at the caller ID, his handsome face remaining impassive.

Trey watched him. "A call from Andrea?"

Holden grunted in affirmation.

A sarcastic smile played on Trey's lips. "Checking up on you?"

That night, it was already nine o'clock when Jeremy left the office.

His car was waiting for him outside the main entrance.

As he passed through the lobby, he saw Dannie sitting on a sofa in the waiting area.

The driver opened the car door.

Jeremy ducked inside.

The car pulled away slowly.

Dannie stood where she was, watching the car until it disappeared from sight.

Next day, Dannie entered after a brief knock, coming to a standstill before the executive desk. "Mr. Hawthorne," she acknowledged with professional deference.

Max remained engrossed in his task, deigning not to lift his gaze.

Dannie stood with a straight back and a composed countenance. Her air was one of quiet confidence, devoid of any trepidation or disarray.