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

Chapter 183

Clad in a three-piece suit of dark gray with a subtle pattern, the fabric screamed sophistication, his coat casually draped over his arm. Standing there, he made even the heartthrob actor with a godly visage adored by legions of fans seem a shade less luminous.

Joy, a self-confessed fangirl, felt her loyalties waver, “How can he outshine that jerk? That’s just not on. I’m not his fan anymore.”

“Curtis really is quite the looker,” Selina nudged Leanne, “Your lovestruck phase was understandable.”

Leanne was puzzled though. Wasn’t he supposed to return tomorrow?

Curtis had indeed planned to come back the next day.

But as soon as he hung up the phone, the thought of Jeremy being right there with her, cheering for Selina’s modest venture as if they were family, got the better of him.

He simply couldn’t stay put.

The regional director of the brand was introduced to Curtis by an acquaintance and eagerly shook hands with him. The others at the table followed suit, engaging in polite small talk.

Even Larissa seemed to know him, sharing a laugh over several exchanges.

The influencers across from Leanne started whispering among themselves.

“Who’s that guy? Someone important?”

Selina was about to chime in when someone else beat her to it.

“Mr. Richardson. He’s impressive.”

“Which Richardson family are we talking about?”

“Come on, the Richardsons of VectorVista Bank.”

Selina covered her mouth, leaning in to whisper to Leanne and Joy, “That woman is Lisa. Started as a model for an online store, signed with an influencer agency, and then hit it big. She latched onto a wealthy heir who even paid off her contract breach to get

her free, only to be dumped shortly after for an even wealthier magnate.”

Joy turned to Leanne, “Learn a thing or two. Men are just stepping stones.”

“She had hit on one of Devin’s friends before, and I heard that when we had dinner together she secretly winked at Devin, and Devin ended up asking her in front of that boyfriend of hers, if you have to pee, go to the bathroom, what’s the point of wiggling

there.”

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Joy didn’t hold back and laughed so hard she slapped the table.

Selina had already laughed a wave of laughter, but seeing how happy she was, she started laughing along with her.

Lisa on the other side of the table glanced at them.

Leanne just sighed, “Going out with you two, I’m always worried about getting into a brawl.”

The influencers continued their chatter.

“VectorVista Bank? That’s old money, right?”

“Absolutely. But it’s a pity, he was married off young.” Lisa, having mingled with socialites, had heard some gossip, “His family arranged it. Lost a power struggle with his brother Phillip and had to marry or lose his inheritance, His wife? Ugly as sin, they say. Phillip’s cruel joke.”

This juicy rumor stunned both Joy and Selina.

Leanne, however, seemed unfazed, adding, “No need for pity. They’ll split soon enough.

The table turned their gaze her way.

Lisa scoffed, “How would you know? You know him?”

quess that’s it.”

Leanne could not have known better but simply replied, “I guess.

Curtis was making the rounds effortlessly, and while chatting, his gaze swept the room, eventually landing in their direction.

Leanne locked eyes with him, and he signaled her over with a flick of his fingers..

Leanne forked a piece of apple pie, pretending not to know him, and looked away.

Curtis gave a small smirk, said something to his company, and with a stride, headed their

way.

Lisa quickly fussed with her hair, and the other influencer girls followed suit, primping.

Under the unwavering gaze of many, Curtis walked straight to Leanne’s back.

“You done with your meal?” His hand landed on Leanne’s shoulder, a gesture of familiarity but not impropriety, signaling her to get up and join him.

“I’d like you to meet someone.” he said.

Excited glances shot across from the other table.

Knowing the event was being filmed and not wanting to be associated with him publicly, Leanne tried to distance herself, “I hardly know you.”

“What?” Curtis chuckled, his gaze heavy with implication, “Your idol’s waiting over there.

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Let’s try that again, how well do you know me?