Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Curtis had always been the kind to undertake clandestine operations, seldom engaging in social events like this one.

The boss thought he had just returned from Greenfield and knew a thing or two about this man from Greenfield. Now, seeing Curtis keep silent, the boss was getting a bit miffed.

After all, Fitch's investment had the potential to reshape the entire landscape of Zion City. If Fitch decided to pull his funds due to dissatisfaction with someone, it was a loss no one could afford. Fitch sat at the center of the table, untouched by the gaze of others.

Four years had passed, and he seemed even more distant, an icy aura surrounding him that kept people at bay.

The atmosphere, initially warm, turned frigid with his presence, and the chatter died down.

The boss, eager to keep things flowing, fished for a topic.

"Mr. Haskins, I hear your little one's about to start preschool. Planning on settling down in Zion City for the next few years?" he ventured tentatively, fearful of ruffling Fitch's feathers.

Fitch didn't look at anyone as he acknowledged with a non-committal grunt and stood up. His assistant hastily informed the others.

"Apologies, folks, but the boss has another engagement tonight and must be going."

The boss's nerves kicked into overdrive, and the group scurried to see their guest out.

In the midst of this, Curtis' phone rang with a call from Zoey. Without muting, the ringtone captured everyone's attention.

Curtis stepped aside and answered.

"Zoey, what's up?"

At the mention of 'Zoey,' Fitch paused mid-stride, turning his head towards Curtis.

Curtis, oblivious to the scrutiny, smiled into the phone.

"I'll be done here soon. No need for a hangover cure, I've hardly touched a drop. Is your mom nagging again? Got it, I'll be home shortly."

After hanging up, Curtis noticed Fitch's gaze fixed on him and couldn't help but explain.

"My daughter's call, sorry for the disturbance."

Fitch remained silent, the mention of 'Zoey' stirring memories long sealed away. He stepped into his waiting car without another word, without another glance.

As Fitch departed, the boss rubbed

his arms as it to dispel a chill. "Why's he got to be so frosty? I heard he's always been a softie with kids.

Thought single dads were the chatty type. Nearly froze me solid just

now."

"Boss, is he really planning on enrolling his kid in a preschool here in Zion City? If we mess this up, it's curtains for all of us. I've heard he dotes on that boy."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The boss's face clouded with

concern. For selfish reasons, he hoped Fitch would linger in Zion City, but if the Haskins scion faced any trouble here, the whole city might suffer the backlash.

Zion City had finally snagged a big fish, and they couldn't afford to blow it.

"Get in touch with the preschool principal. They need to carefully pick the teacher for the Haskins youngster. Anyone with a criminal record in three generations, automatically disqualified." As he finished, he turned to Curtis.

"Curtis, isn't your daughter working as a preschool teacher?"

Curtis really didn't want to saddle Zoey with this responsibility. Deating with a little prince was bound to exhaust her a thousand times over. Better to leave this hot potato for someone else.

"Yes, Zoey's a teacher, but she was in a car accident four years ago. She's not as agile as she used to be. Best leave this to someone else."

Hearing about her limitations, the boss immediately struck Zoey off the list of potential candidates.