Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 465

Chapter 465:

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“Well, now I’m too scared to go!”

“Stop with the nonsense!”

Katherine grabbed the old phone nearby and fell silent as she saw Frankie’s message.

“Hello? Katherine?”

As Bobby continued talking, the lively exchange was abruptly interrupted by Katherine’s unexpected silence on the other end.

Katherine stared at the question mark on her screen, a flicker of hope igniting within her. “It’s nothing, really. Just don’t forget to make time this weekend,” she replied hastily, ending the call with Bobby. Her fingers hovered above the screen, uncertain how to proceed.

If Frankie truly wanted to cut ties, he could have easily declined the friend request without a second thought. Katherine knew she wasn’t perfect, but she hated the feeling of being led on with false hope.

She chose not to respond, leaving everything hanging in the air. She was curious to see who would break first. This time, the power was in her hands, and she intended to take control.

Adrian wrapped up his meeting and made his way to the airport, choosing not to wait for Shawn.

Upon landing, he didn’t even get the chance to greet Joelle before he was intercepted by members of the Finch family.

“Mr. Miller, Mr. Stephen Finch requests your presence.”

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Stephen, who conveniently lived in the same hospital as Joelle, could have easily met Adrian there. The fact that he had gone out of his way suggested that the matter he wished to discuss was serious enough for him to keep it secret from Joelle.

However, Adrian had no intention of keeping anything from Joelle. He firmly declined.

“I’ve made it clear that we’ll have no further dealings with the Finch family.”

His resolve was unshakable. Despite the bodyguards’ polite demeanor, Adrian stood his ground.

“Mr. Miller, please, don’t make this more difficult for me. Mr. Finch truly has something important to discuss with you.”

Adrian shot back, “And what if I have no desire to listen?” The two bodyguards exchanged glances. “Then we apologize, Mr. Miller. We have no other choice.”

Adrian had anticipated this response. The two bodyguards, similar in height and build to himself, had clearly been chosen by Stephen. If words failed, they were ready to resort to force.

Adrian and Callan immediately engaged in a fierce confrontation with the two men. Callan, relentless and efficient, had honed his brawling skills during his formative years in Nverith, barely escaping its grip to return home. His experience far surpassed that of these younger adversaries, making him a valuable asset to the Miller family. Within moments, both bodyguards were incapacitated, lying defeated on the ground.

A sleek black van idled nearby, its rear door swinging open. Callan instinctively raised his arm in a protective gesture, ready to shield Adrian, but the figure that emerged was none other than Stephen, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit.

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