My Wife Act Differently Behind Me novel Chapter 155

Max shook his head, then realized that Jared could not see him. So, he said, "Nicole said nothing else. She just left in the rain."

It was sunny in Nottingbrook State, and it was early in the morning, but Jared's mind seemed to be gloomy, his voice cold. "You let her go just like that?"

Max did not respond. He knew how important Nicole was to Jared, but it probably was not Jared's greatest concern.

But in the next moment, Jared's stern voice came. ' You two, go outside and stand until the rain stops."

Max gave Claus a look. The two of them had no objections and immediately went outside to stand in the rain. As cold rain slid down his expressionless face, only then did Max think of something-running so fast in such a cold and heavy rain, Nicole was indeed like his boss, an invincible wonder.

In the Riddle family home--

Damien was standing in front of Mr. Riddle Sr. with his head lowered as he was debriefed.

Mr. Riddle Sr. asked him about something from time to time, and Damien answered every question. After finishing talking about business, their conversation shifted to the fight for a piece of land between Riddle Corporation and the rapidly rising McCarthy

Corporation in San Joto.

Damien looked a little worried at the mention of this land. "I saw the McCarthys and Mr. Wyance seeing eye to eye at the birthday party of the Rogers family. I am worried—"

family's birthday party yesterday."

Mr. Riddle Sr. was stunned. "Nicole? How could she have gone there?"

Damien was also confused. "Dad, she didn't just go, but it was Mr. Rogers Sr. who invited her personally. She sat with the top families, but she didn't seize the opportunity. She just stayed for one minute and left."

There was a look of sour grapes in Damien's eyes. He did not expect Nicole to be able to sit with those big shots.

Mr. Riddle Sr. looked surprised upon hearing what Damien said. This granddaughter of his, whom he had just reunited with, knew not only Thomas Ellison but also the Rogerses. This was really something unexpected. But when Nicole's score of zero points came to mind, his face became a little disappointed.' Instead of studying hard, Nicole's been buttering up the bigwigs. But come to think of it, if even Mr. Rogers Sr. has accorded Nicole such courteous treatment. Could it be that I had been thinking too badly of Nicole?'