Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 573

Charlotte followed the bodyguard out of the restaurant and toward a car parked not far away. The rear window slowly lowered, revealing Evander's profile, sharply defined in the dim light.

The bodyguard walked to the side of the car and opened the door for Charlotte.

As she settled into the vehicle, she said, "It's always such a coincidence. Are you following me?"

"Not always," Evander said with a low laugh, his gaze turning to her. "This time, I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle him alone."

She crossed her arms. "I was doing just fine."

Evander simply smiled, not saying a word.

"I heard about your grandmother being poisoned," Charlotte said, pausing for a few seconds. "Is she… okay?"

Evander hummed in affirmation. "Don't worry," he said softly. "She's fine."

…

Two days later, news that Rosemary had been officially transferred out of the ICU reached Jensen and Ilse.

Jensen paced back and forth in the living room for a long time, his expression grim.

"The Jensen matriarch is tough as nails. If she can survive even this, we won't stand a chance once Evander returns," Ilse said, both angry and anxious. She hadn't slept peacefully since she found out Evander was still alive.

Jensen stopped abruptly and shot Ilse a fierce glare. "What are you so anxious about? Aren't we already working on a plan?"

His voice was low and carried a ruthless edge. "Since he's hiding his identity in Eldermere City, he definitely won't be coming back so soon. We still have time."

Ilse replied, "But we need a foolproof plan now, don't we?"

Jensen walked to the window with his hands behind his back, staring at the gloomy sky outside. "What we need to do now is take advantage of this chaos to win over those old-timers at the company who are still on the fence. And…"

He paused, then added, "We need to find someone in Eldermere City to keep him occupied."

Ilse was taken aback for a moment. After considering his words, she slowly stood up. "Then leave that to me."

Meanwhile.

Ever since his affair with Hulda was exposed, Quincy had barely left his private residence. He spent his days drinking until he passed out, living in a constant haze.

The housekeeper knocked on his bedroom door, phone in hand. "Mr. Quincy, you have a phone call."

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