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

She barely touched her food, wondering if the person in the garden was still there.

After leaving the Richardson Manor, Leanne got into the car, leaned back in her seat, and zoned out, not speaking a word.

Jake started the car and pulled out of the driveway, asking, "Mrs. Richardson, heading back to Leanne's Castle?"

Leanne hummed in response, and after a long pause, as if she had just snapped back to reality or had a change of heart, she turned her gaze from the window back to Jake and instructed, "Let's go to ElitePinnacle instead."

The June sun blazed as a modern woman in business attire strode past the car, her confident steps making her curls bounce. The skyscrapers towered above, their silver-gray glass façades reflecting a dazzling yet cold light.

Leanne took the elevator up, and the receptionist had already informed the CEO's secretary of her arrival.

As Leanne stepped out of the elevator, the secretary, dressed in a sharp suit, greeted her respectfully and led her into Curtis' office.

"Mr. Richardson is in a meeting, and you can wait a moment. I'll get you some coffee!"

purse down and settled into the leather sofa in

office was in a minimalist business style, dominated by black, white, and gray. She hadn't paid much attention to it last time, too caught up in their argument. Her eyes roamed around, finally resting on a photo frame on his

Summit, still set as his phone's wallpaper till the

much longer his meeting would last, Leanne felt

felt an emptiness inside, like a dark, bottomless pit. She didn't

subscriptions mid-month, with plans to go public the following

Engineering's plans for massive layoffs, with hundreds of employees protesting and

was too slow to react,

had stumbled at the final hurdle, frustrating and exasperating

this. It seems someone's targeting

targeting anyone, it's

Since we returned from Bullion Boulevard, countless local brokers have been eyeing us hungrily. If this project

Curtis leaned back in his

pen in his right