My Cold Ex-Wife Refused to Move On novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 The Enemy of My Enemy

According to Wendy’s investigation, there weren’t any relatives left on Mario’s mother’s side.

But… she’d still have to ask Mario directly to be sure.

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“For now, forget everyone else,” she said. “Let’s talk about us. We’ve beeti so busy lately, even lunch is a rare luxury. When is it ever going to slow down?”

“Cliff Haven’s about to break ground. Once it’s up and running, I’ll hand everything off to Maggie’s team. Then I’ll be free. What about you?”

Chase gave her an apologetic look. “The patient’s condition is worse than we expected. The scans really don’t tell the full story–I need to see her in person to make the final call. As a doctor, I have to give it everything I’ve got. That said… the success rate just dropped by another five percent.”

It wasn’t high to begin with, and now it was even lower. That wasn’t exactly encouraging.

Wendy ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “It’s fine. Just do your best. I’m thinking of having Typhoon Corp do a teaser livestream for the surgery–kind of a soft promo for Wellinges Pharma. If it succeeds, we’ll celebrate the IPO. If it fails, we can’t let it damage anything. The board won’t let you off the hook that easily.”

No doubt about it.

Thankfully, Typhoon Corp had always been firmly in their corner.

Chase dropped Wendy off at the front gate of Quinn Group. Before she got out, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll try to get home early tonight.”

“Alright.”

Van

The car sped off. Wendy was about to head up the stairs when she heard a couple beeps behind her. She turned and saw the tinted window of a black slowly rolling down, revealing a face that was both familiar and jarringly foreign.

Henry.

His driver was already standing by the open rear door. Henry smiled and waved. “Wendy, I’ve been waiting a while.”

Wendy hesitated. This was the front entrance to Quinn Group. If she got into that van and someone from the press happened to catch it…

Henry seemed to read her mind. “Relax. I’m no longer in charge of the Harrison Group’s media division. I don’t bother with setting up tabloid shots anymore. I just want to talk.”

Different status, different rules.

This time, Wendy didn’t hesitate. The driver opened the door, and she climbed in.

“I’ve got a meeting this afternoon. If you have something to say, make it quick.”

Henry couldn’t stop thinking about the smile she had when she stepped out of Chase’s car. Now, the way she looked at him–so cold–made his chest tighten painfully.

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Five years late. Is it really too late to fix things?