The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 827

It was an invitation to Andrea and Holden's engagement gala. Felicia cared very little about the event. She casually tossed the card onto the coffee table, picked up her book, and resumed reading.

Max arrived home from work at seven o'clock. He had been getting off early these past few days, making a point to eat dinner at home. During the meal, Max noticed the lavish seafood spread on the table. "Who sent this?" he asked.

Felicia placed a cuttlefish onto Anne's plate. "My brother shipped it to us."

Max paused. "Your brother?"

"My biological brother," Felicia clarified.

Anne immediately chimed in. "Uncle sent me lots of yummy treats and little gifts too!"

Max smiled gently at his daughter. "Then you must be sure to thank him properly when you finally meet him."

"I just do not know when I will get to see him. Mommy says he is super busy," Anne sighed.

"Then we will just wait until he has free time," Max replied softly.

Anne nodded, but a sudden frown crinkled her tiny forehead. She turned to look at her mother. "Mommy, does that mean I have two uncles now? How am I supposed to call them?"

Felicia affectionately stroked Anne's head. "You can call them Big Uncle and Second Uncle."

"But who is older?" Anne pressed.

Felicia honestly was not sure. Her brother and Greg were likely very close in age, but she did not know the exact months. She would have to ask them about it later.

A brief, heavy silence stretched between them before Max spoke again. "I know you have figured out who is pulling the strings behind the scenes."

Ever since the incident with Kingsley International, various vultures had tried to swoop in for a piece of the pie. Jeremy had anticipated such moves, ensuring no one succeeded. Now, however, a murky, unified syndicate was slowly creeping into the Capital's financial sector. They operated like rats hiding in the shadows. The moment anyone exposed a vulnerability, this entity would lunge forward to take a vicious bite. If they failed, they would instantly scurry back into the darkness. Max had recently received insider intelligence indicating that two major corporations were suffering from sudden foreign funding crises. By now, this shadowy organization had likely amassed a terrifying amount of capital.

"I imagine you do not want Felicia dragged into this and used as a pawn by these people either," Max stated.

Darin was already acutely aware that their unknown adversary was exploiting the fractured relationships between their factions. It was undeniable proof that whoever was orchestrating this was a master manipulator of human nature.

"Her current condition cannot withstand any more emotional turmoil," Max warned sternly. "You had better make things crystal clear to your father and the rest of your family. She is living under my roof right now. When any of you contact her, you need to think very carefully about what should and should not be said."

Felicia might appear calm and perfectly normal on the surface, but it was nothing more than a thin layer of ice over a deep lake. A single misstep would shatter it completely.