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."

and the group scurried to see their

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

stepped aside and

"Zoey, what's up?"

mention of 'Zoey,' Fitch paused mid-stride, turning his head

oblivious to the scrutiny,

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

up, Curtis noticed Fitch's gaze fixed on him and couldn't help but

daughter's call, sorry for the

sealed away. He stepped into his waiting car without another word,

Fitch departed, the boss

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

dads were the chatty

now."

UMS