The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 114

Just then, a group appeared in front of them.

Felicia glanced up and spotted Max and Kennedy walking over with a few others.

When Colt saw Max, he strode up and greeted him. “Mr. Hawthorne, what a surprise to see you here.”

They shook hands.

“Hello, Colt,” Max replied.

The two shared a few polite words.

Max’s eyes shifted to Felicia. She met his gaze, her expression calm and collected.

Colt quickly made the introductions. “This is Evelynn, our magazine’s new editor-in-chief.” He looked to Felicia, “And this is Mr. Hawthorne, from BlueMarble Investments.”

Evelynn was Felicia’s alias.

Felicia offered a small, courteous smile and nodded. “Mr. Hawthorne.”

Max gave a soft grunt in response.

After saying goodbye, Max’s group kept walking toward the tennis courts.

As Andrea walked past Felicia, their eyes briefly met. It lasted only a moment, but Felicia’s instincts sent a clear message. Andrea did not like her.

Felicia’s lips curled into a barely-there, mocking smile. Andrea had been eyeing her warily the whole time she greeted Max. For someone who was so doted on by Max, Andrea didn’t seem very secure.

Felicia didn’t dwell on it.

Colt started chatting about Max, explaining how he was a major player in the financial world and would inevitably be a subject for future interviews and features.

By the time they got back to the tennis courts, Jeremy and Colt’s group had already started a mixed doubles match.

Max and Kennedy were playing with their own crew on a neighboring court.

Luke and Savannah had teamed up and were playing against Anthony and a lady from Colt’s company.

Jeremy and Mr. Reyes were taking a break.

Felicia and Colt walked over to join them.

Colt greeted Jeremy, and after a quick catch-up, he noticed Max’s group. “Should we invite Mr. Hawthorne and his friends to join us?” he suggested.

Since Colt had already brought it up, Jeremy just nodded. Mr. Reyes went over to ask.

Kennedy agreed right away, and Max didn’t object.

Everyone found their spots on the court.

Max served, and the game got underway.

Right from the start, both sides played hard, neither giving an inch.

Every time Max or Jeremy hit the ball, there was a sharp, competitive edge, like they were determined to outdo each other.

The people watching barely spoke, completely drawn in by the charged atmosphere.

Andrea held her own on the court.

After two sets, the score was tied.

In the third set, Felicia moved up to the net. Andrea sent a high ball her way, clearly getting tired. Sensing her chance, Felicia jumped and smashed the ball down with force. It hit the ground and spun wildly.

“Andrea!” someone called out.

Andrea seemed to snap back to attention, but she was too late. The ball bounced up and smacked her right in the face.

“Ah!”