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.”

“I flew in,

across

a stifled

a group of gentlemen, hearing of Mr.

Mr. Richardson, what brings

meal, but it’s been two

or stand, and he just

at Leanne and complimented, “Is this your wife? From a distance,

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taken aback to

the glass to his

you’ve got good eyesight then, noticing

the glass was hers, closed her mouth upon hearing his words. She didn’t want

skeptical, “Did

some sort of backhanded compliment? Mocking the flattery while

Mr. Curtis’ presence, a steady stream of people came to make

was even busier than the head

could be capricious with his attention, depending on his

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