Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 186

Curtis cocked an eyebrow, a wry grin playing on his lips, “Devin’s words? Sounds like he’s asking for trouble.”

Lisa’s face soured, “No, no, it wasn’t him. Who knows who started that rumor.”

Leanne wasn’t in the mood for schmoozing, and Lisa, hitting a wall with her, turned her charms towards Curtis.

She thought Curtis wasn’t as intimidating as the rumors suggested, finding him quite approachable. And opportunities to rub elbows with the man himself were rare, and she couldn’t let this slip by.

“Mr. Curtis, let’s have a drink together.” Unfazed by the glances from the crowd, she held a bottle of red wine aloft, poised to pour into Curtis’ glass, tilting the bottle just so.

As she bent forward, her low-cut dress offered a generous view, and she made no effort to conceal her curves.

The others exchanged knowing looks, some with disdain, others eagerly awaiting the spectacle, while Leanne quietly savored her apple pie, feigning ignorance of the drama unfolding.

Curtis gestured with two fingers, effectively capping his own glass.

“No alcohol for me tonight.”

A couple of drinks, some small talk, and the timely suggestion to connect on social media, that was the unspoken rule of networking. Lisa, ever the coquette, tried to persuade him, “Did you drive here? You could always call a cab later.”

lips twitched, his gaze brushing past with a chill of indifference. “I flew in, actually. You gonna find me a pilot for

across

a stifled

to save face when a group of gentlemen,

Richardson, what brings you by?”

for a meal, but it’s

and he just lounged there, responding with. detached

and complimented, “Is this your wife? From a distance, I thought she was a

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a polite nod, too taken aback to respond to the

perked up, picking up the glass to his left to

eyesight then, noticing her beauty from that

that the glass was hers, closed her mouth upon hearing his

her asparagus, skeptical, “Did he

some sort of backhanded

Curtis’ presence, a

was even busier than the head table.

capricious with his attention, depending on his mood or how well someone could

through the meal, the hosts came by to ensure the cuisine suited Curtis’ taste,