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.

leaned 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 his crisp white shirt cuff under a platinum watch

such a lofty figure

that moment, the door knocked twice before Caleb entered, handing Curtis a stack of documents.

"So predictable," he murmured.

picked up the documents with a measured calm, while Joy, who was always curious, leaned in

shock.

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

face flushed

and the financial

to mean?" Joy

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

on instantly. "Ah, so you're playing the

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