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

Chapter 397

The room felt like a tense boardroom meeting as Xenia walked in, not expecting to find three people waiting for her.

The atmosphere was thick with a strange tension that made her nerves tingle.

"Leanne?" she asked, slightly surprised.

Leanne was perched on the couch, examining Xenia with a calm scrutiny. "Disappointed?" she asked, her voice soft yet piercing.

Xenia was stunned. She had always thought of Leanne as gentle and unthreatening, but the sharpness in her gaze made her feel transparent, and she felt Leanne could see right through her.

"Why would you ask that, Leanne?" Xenia feigned ignorance.

"The room is thick with pretense," Joy couldn't hold back her irritation. "Can we talk straight for once? Or do I need to knock some sense into you?" While Leanne's kindness might have been a facade, Joy's bluntness was undeniably true.

that seemed innate, his aristocratic demeanor as untouchable as a distant snowy peak. His hand rested on Leanne's shoulder, the other draped over the armrest, revealing a sliver of his crisp white shirt cuff

her depth. How could such a lofty figure have an interest

door knocked twice before Caleb entered, handing Curtis a stack of documents. Curtis flipped through them with a cold and sarcastic

"So predictable," he murmured.

while Joy, who was always curious,

sounded with shock.

cosmetic surgery and before-and-after photos. Initially, her resemblance to Leanne

face flushed with

over the years, including deposits and the

supposed to mean?"

"It appears she had relationships with these gentlemen, some more

"Ah,

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