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

The weather took a sudden turn. The morning had been all sunshine and gentle breezes, but when Leanne stepped out of the operating room in the afternoon, the world outside had darkened ominously.

Large raindrops hammered against the glass, drumming out a chaotic symphony.

She peeled off her scrubs while Amy, changing beside her, lamented, "I was planning to take my mom for a shopping spree after work. So much for that plan."

"Why not shop online?" Leanne suggested casually, pulling out her phone from her locker.

"Good point!"

Leanne glanced at the news, where the signing ceremony between ElitePinnacle and VectorVista had just concluded smoothly.

his deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Representing VectorVista at the signing, Phillip stood alongside him. The brothers shared a striking resemblance yet exuded entirely different auras. Phillip maintained his usual composure, rarely seen without a stern demeanor. On the other hand, Curtis seemed much more laid-back. Caught by the camera in mid-laughter at something said off-camera, Curtis' smile contrasted with the cool detachment in his eyes, a completely

the corporate collaboration but the Richardson brothers standing together, reigniting speculation about the

with ElitePinnacle, and Curtis, who, after years of strategic silence in Bullion Boulevard, was said to be eyeing the

speaking to the press, the Richardson family

Phillip, the elder, anchoring the family's century-old business, VectorVista, and Curtis, the prodigious maverick, expanding into new markets, seemed to

among fathers and sons, harmony among

within his family, he had never shown disrespect toward his

that of a rogue, but inside, he was forthright

screen, Amy teased, "Can't even

locking her phone.