Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365 

The next morning, when Leanne stepped out of her apartment, Jake was already waiting downstairs. 

She thought Curtis was there to pick her up early in the morning and was puzzled as to why he hadn’t come up. Jake respectfully opened the car door for her. 

The car was empty. 

She turned to him, Jake’s voice carried a hint of joy, “Mr. Curtis sent me. From now on, be driving you to and from work.” 

Was Curtis worried she’d end up at the police station again? 

Leanne scoffed internally, “Then who’s driving him?” 

“Alan.” 

Oh, Alan the one who had that fender-bender with Suzan. 

“Wasn’t he fired?” Leanne asked, puzzled. 

“Mr. Curtis said, considering his past good service, he’d give him another chance.” 

וויו 

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Leanne got into the car, Jake drove onto the main road, the morning rush hour traffic was heavy. After watching the scenery for a while, she turned back, “Why isn’t Curtis coming today?” 

Jake replied, his hands steady on the wheel, “Mr. Curtis has some business to tak of.” 

Bang bang bang- 

Just before eight, a thunderous knocking shattered the early morning tranquility of the apartment building. 

Disturbed from his sleep, David got up, furious and shirtless, and opened the door cursin “Who the hell is knocking?” 

Standing outside were four tall, burly men in black suits, expressionless. 

Having been around the block a few times, David wasn’t unfamiliar with confrontations. His anger paused, and he reflexively tried to shut the door. 

Bang! 

The lead man, square-jawed, black-suited, slapped on the door forcefully, the sound 

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exploding next to David’s ear, completely dispelling any remaining sleepiness. 

The door was pushed open forcefully, and David staggered back as the four men entered, positioning themselves on either side. 

Behind them, an exceedingly handsome man walked in. 

His pristine Oxford shoes crossed the threshold, his demeanor lazy yet dignified, utterly out of place in the cheap, tacky two-bedroom apartment strewn with beer bottles. 

He raised his hand, his fingers elegantly holding a cheap business card, “Uplink Credit Solutions. David, is that you?” 

Smelling trouble, David couldn’t immediately recall which person with such grandeur he’d antagonized. 

“Who are you?” 

The man nonchalantly introduced himself, “The husband of Carl’s wife’s sister’s daughter.” David was still untangling that relationship when the man crumpled the business card and tossed it into an open takeout container on the table. 

His bodyguards closed the door behind him. 

David panicked, instinctively backing away, “Who let you in? This is breaking and entering, you know that’s illegal?”