The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 941

Jeremy picked up his spoon, about to speak, but Felicia quickly interrupted him. "Eat first, Jeremy. We can talk after you finish."

He looked up into her weary eyes and gave a gentle nod. The quiet dining room was filled only with the soft clinking of silverware. Once he finished his meal, the butler cleared the table and offered him a napkin. Jeremy thanked him, wiped his mouth, and then turned his full attention to Felicia, who still looked somewhat dazed.

Meeting his gaze, she finally snapped back to reality. After a few seconds of silence, Jeremy spoke in a steady, measured tone. "Right now, you have to stay strong, Felicia. Knowing Max, he would never let himself be slaughtered without a fight. His status is currently just missing. All you need to do is wait. No matter what grievances exist between Max and others, Darin will definitely protect his interests."

Felicia clenched her fingers together and nodded emphatically.

"I heard about the attack last night. You are safest staying right here. Everything will eventually resolve itself. You are not alone in this, so do not be afraid."

Listening to his calm reassurances and meeting his unwavering, determined gaze, Felicia felt her tightly wound nerves gradually loosen. "Okay."

Felicia finally looked relaxed. Jeremy stood up. "Take good care of yourself. I need to go meet with Darin now. We can connect later. I also have some personal business to attend to while I am here in New York."

Felicia stood to walk him to the door. "Be careful on your way."

She stood in the doorway, watching Jeremy's retreating figure. Right before stepping onto the elevator, he glanced back at her. "Go back inside."

Felicia offered a small nod and retreated into the apartment. As Jeremy took the elevator down, Felicia headed upstairs to Max's study. The desk drawers were locked, so she asked the butler for the keys. After unlocking them, she pulled out every document stored inside and sat down in the leather chair.

"Yes," Terry admitted cautiously. "Right now, our top priority is stabilizing the major clients to prevent capital flight. As for the banks... we can hold them off for now."

He deliberately held back the grimmest details, as Darin had instructed. The external pressure was incredibly ferocious, internal cracks were widening, and the crisis had even begun to attract the dangerous attention of local political factions.

Terry did not linger. Once he gathered the necessary files, he bowed his head. "I will take my leave now. Please take care of your health."

"I will."