Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Curtis had always been the kind to undertake clandestine operations, seldom engaging in social events like this one.

The boss thought he had just returned from Greenfield and knew a thing or two about this man from Greenfield. Now, seeing Curtis keep silent, the boss was getting a bit miffed.

After all, Fitch's investment had the potential to reshape the entire landscape of Zion City. If Fitch decided to pull his funds due to dissatisfaction with someone, it was a loss no one could afford. Fitch sat at the center of the table, untouched by the gaze of others.

Four years had passed, and he seemed even more distant, an icy aura surrounding him that kept people at bay.

The atmosphere, initially warm, turned frigid with his presence, and the chatter died down.

The boss, eager to keep things flowing, fished for a topic.

"Mr. Haskins, I hear your little one's about to start preschool. Planning on settling down in Zion City for the next few years?" he ventured tentatively, fearful of ruffling Fitch's feathers.

Fitch didn't look at anyone as he acknowledged with a non-committal grunt and stood up. His assistant hastily informed the others.

"Apologies, folks, but the boss has another engagement tonight and must be going."

overdrive, and the group scurried to see their guest

of this, Curtis' phone rang with a call from Zoey. Without

aside and

"Zoey, what's up?"

Fitch paused mid-stride, turning his head towards

the scrutiny,

I've hardly touched a drop. Is your mom nagging again? Got it,

fixed on him and couldn't help

sorry for the

the mention of 'Zoey' stirring memories long sealed away. He stepped into his waiting

Fitch departed, the boss

chill. "Why's he got to be so frosty? I heard he's always been

single dads were the chatty type. Nearly froze me

now."

UMS