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!"

into the leather sofa in the waiting

hadn't paid much attention to it last time, too

Summit,

meeting would last, Leanne felt drowsy,

bottomless

go

layoffs, with hundreds of employees protesting and negative publicity swirling,

too suddenly, and SolidAxis Engineering's inexperienced PR department was too slow to react, failing to contain the

mood in the boardroom was gloomy as if they had stumbled at the final hurdle, frustrating and exasperating

media outlet is covering this.

it's SolidAxis Engineering, not

local brokers have been eyeing us hungrily. If this

table, Curtis leaned back in his chair, his

fiddled with a pen in his right hand,