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

After Curtis escorted Leanne out, Maddox called in his executive assistant, who had worked for over two decades. Seasoned in reading his boss' moods, the assistant reported the tour he'd given Leanne.

When Maddox raised an eyebrow upon hearing Leanne had inquired about the banking system, his assistant pondered before speaking. "I think Mrs. Richardson was just curious. It wasn't like she made a beeline for our IT department. She visited that floor and ran into Farrell, who, bless his heart, can't help but run his mouth."

After a long silence, Maddox's voice was neutral, betraying no emotion. "Give Farrell a paid leave."

When Leanne called Farrell, she was told he was on vacation, traveling abroad.

Despite the risk of seeking him out, it seemed her only option. Farrell appeared both savvy and not. And a few drinks might loosen his tongue. But even that slim lead had vanished.

Leanne wasn't sure if it was coincidence or Maddox's keen intuition that had nipped her plan in the bud. Her schemes seemed transparent to the seasoned businessman.

that had eluded the police seemed

to Joseph and the

from those years. After days of fruitless searching, Leanne stumbled upon an outdated piece of news about an upgrade to

mess, but she gleaned that the upgrade boasted enhanced security features and

worked under her father if he

and tried to exit the site to look up Chuck, the website redirected her, and suddenly, her

Leanne frantically clicked

the bizarre noises ceased, she

she saw Curtis standing in

was in the study. Loosening his tie, he hadn't expected to walk in on such a

on Leanne's flustered face. "Quite the student," he remarked in a tone that was mockingly approving. "Not satisfied with