The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 815

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. Just as Isaac stepped out into the hallway, his phone buzzed with a new message. He pulled it from his pocket and saw a photo sent by Andrea. He had never deleted her contact information. Since Andrea could no longer get ahold of Max, she had resorted to sending the picture to Isaac.

Isaac tapped on the image. When he recognized the two people in the frame, a look of utter disgust flashed across his eyes. Felicia really was exactly the kind of manipulative woman he thought she was. She was happily soaking up all the care and attention Mr. Hawthorne gave her, while simultaneously flirting with Jeremy behind his back. Even while supposedly sick, she had the energy to string two powerful men along. She clearly couldn't survive without male validation. Her calculating nature was truly something most women could never hope to match.

Andrea's motive for sending the photo was painfully obvious. Naturally, Isaac did not reply. After all, Max had completely severed ties with Andrea. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and proceeded to the CEO's office.

After carefully setting out the catered lunch on the coffee table, Isaac lingered in the room instead of leaving.

Max, who was still deeply engrossed in a stack of documents on his desk, glanced up at his assistant. "Is there something else?"

Isaac retrieved his phone, opened the photo in his gallery, and held it out for his boss to see. "Mr. Hawthorne, you should look at this." He honestly hoped this would finally make Max see Felicia's true colors. Lately, Max's entire work schedule had been thrown into total chaos all because of her.

Max took the phone. The moment his dark eyes landed on the photo, his expression hardened into stone. He looked up at Isaac. "Where did you get this?"

Meeting his boss's piercing gaze, Isaac's heart skipped a fearful beat. He didn't dare lie. He lowered his eyes and stammered, "It was... Miss Curtis."

Max tossed the phone back onto the desk, his voice dripping with ice. "Isaac, you are well aware of what is and isn't your place."

Knowing better than to argue, Isaac quickly bowed his head. "I understand, sir."

"Get out," Max commanded, his tone freezing the very air in the room.

Isaac hastily snatched up his phone and practically fled the office. Max leaned back in his leather chair, his handsome features completely unreadable.

After they finished their lunch, Jeremy offered to drive Felicia home.

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