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 under a platinum watch with a sapphire crystal face that shimmered like a starlit

depth. How could such a

entered, handing Curtis a stack of documents. Curtis flipped

"So predictable," he murmured.

calm, while Joy, who was always curious, leaned in close to

voice sounded with shock.

and before-and-after photos. Initially, her resemblance to Leanne was slight, but

flushed with

detailed her bank transactions over the years, including deposits and the financial

supposed to

these gentlemen, some more

"Ah, so you're playing the

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