The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 900

"Anyway, please do not think that just because I am trying to get my hands on him now, you have to forgive him. This is my business, Felicia, so you do not need to worry about it."

Knowing her friend's stubborn nature, Felicia simply smiled and offered a soft hum of agreement. After packing up, she headed straight to the office. Savannah did not tag along, having already learned from Jeremy that Darin's flight was scheduled for three o'clock that afternoon.

Upon arriving at the company, Felicia ran into Jeremy. He paused by her desk, a curious look in his eyes. "Why did Savannah suddenly ask about Darin's schedule?"

Felicia saw no reason to hide the truth and told him exactly what Savannah was planning. Jeremy let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly. "I honestly think she will never marry anyone else in this lifetime. But maybe it is for the best. Now that Darin finally has the power to decide his own life, it is up to him whether he will accept Savannah. It is entirely in their hands now."

Felicia nodded in agreement. The two of them walked through the office together, observing the heightened atmosphere. Today was Jeremy's last day at this branch. The impending arrival of the big boss had the entire staff on edge, everyone working with absolute vigilance. Knowing the executive was finally leaving brought a collective sigh of relief to the whole company.

Meanwhile, Savannah had returned to Northwick today. She claimed it was just to visit her parents, but Felicia knew better.

When the weekend arrived, Felicia saw Jeremy off at the airport. They stood together near the security checkpoint amidst the bustling crowd.

"We will see each other during the holiday. Have a safe trip back!" he said warmly.

"Thank you. Take care of yourself," Jeremy replied with a polite smile.

Felicia returned to her apartment alone. The sudden quiet left her feeling a bit unaccustomed to the empty space. She picked up her phone, noticed a message from Heather, and spent a little while chatting with her. After finishing the conversation and exiting the chat screen, her gaze lingered on Max's name. His profile picture was a vibrant, bright photo of Anne from behind. The colorful image was entirely at odds with his usual cold, imposing aura.

They had not talked much over the past two days, likely because his workload in New York was overwhelming. She opened their chat window. Their last exchange had ended the day before yesterday, with him telling her to go to bed early. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard for a long time, unsure of what to say. After what felt like an eternity, she finally typed a brief message.

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