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.

against the couch with a casual elegance 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

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

before Caleb entered, handing Curtis a stack of documents. Curtis flipped through them with a cold

"So predictable," he murmured.

who

Joy's voice sounded with shock. "You tried

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

flushed

also detailed her bank transactions over the years, including deposits and the financial details of various acquaintances,

supposed to mean?" Joy

present, Caleb explained delicately, "It appears she had relationships with these gentlemen, some more fleeting than others. We couldn't compile everything given

instantly. "Ah, so you're playing the

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