The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 173

Felicia glanced at Mason. “Call Jett. Tell him if he’s not here in twenty minutes, he can start writing his resignation letter.”

Mason nodded and stepped out to make the call.

Exactly twenty minutes later, Jett showed up, with Grady and Peter close behind. Jett was thirty-nine, lean and sharp, his glasses giving him a bookish vibe, but his narrow eyes made him look clever and calculating.

As soon as he saw Felicia, Jett started apologizing. “Evelynn, I’m really sorry. Grady and I had a meeting today with someone from Westfield Clinical Research. We didn’t have time to let you know in advance, but I’ll share all the details with you soon.”

Felicia smiled, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. “Is that so? Looks like I misjudged you, Jett. I’ll be waiting to hear your report later.”

“Of course. Absolutely,” Jett replied, quick to agree.

“Take a seat,” Felicia said.

Jett sat down, lowering his gaze, but there was a flash of something dark in his eyes.

The meeting began. For almost two hours, everyone discussed projects and plans. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Felicia complimented many of Jett’s ideas, agreeing with his suggestions and making it look like she trusted him completely.

When the meeting ended, people started to leave one by one.

Outside the conference room, Jett let out a mocking laugh. “She’s a woman. What can she do?”

Grady spoke up. “Don’t underestimate her, Jett. Evelynn’s actually really capable. Remember that business crisis in the US? She handled it all by herself.”

Jett scoffed. “Mr. Milman was in the States the whole time. Maybe he fixed it himself. Everyone knows Mr. Milman is not interested in girls, but it looks like even he’s not immune to her.”

Felicia stared out the window, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Jett better hope he managed to keep Simon happy.”

Instead of heading back to the hotel, Felicia told Mason to drive to the hospital.

Inside one of the rooms, a man was lying on the bed, his leg in a cast. Someone stood watch nearby. The man on the bed glanced at Felicia, met her icy stare for a brief second, then quickly looked away.

Felicia turned to Tommy, who was standing off to the side. “Did Jett call him?”

Tommy and Mason were twins, both twenty-six, but you’d never guess it by looking at them. Mason always looked sharp and professional behind his glasses, while Tommy was tall and solid, a real tough guy with the kind of instincts you only get from military training.

Jett had arranged for someone to follow Felicia. When she left the hotel that morning, Tommy had noticed right away. He drove straight into the tail’s car, injuring the guy. Then he took the man’s phone and called an ambulance.