The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 142

Grandma Chelsea eyed the big “Blissful Foot Rubs” sign, took a long sip of her milkshake, and turned to Ella. “Ella, what is this place?”

Ella shot her a playful grin, one eyebrow raised. “Foot massages. Grandma, Lilly, today’s on me. Let’s get pampered.”

The three of them sauntered inside, where the owner spotted them right away and hurried over, all smiles and excitement.

Ella didn’t waste any time. “Hi, we’d like three male masseurs, please. Send us your best. The tallest and cutiest guys you’ve got.”

The owner’s eyes sparkled. “Absolutely. This way, honored guests.”

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Across town in a cozy French restaurant, David and Jessa were sharing dinner under the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle notes of piano music. Suddenly, David’s phone buzzed on the table.

It was a call from the Harmon family estate.

He answered, and Felix sounded frantic. “Sir, we have a problem. Something’s happened.”

David’s expression tightened. “What’s going on?”

“Sir, Mrs. Harmon is missing.”

David froze. “When did you notice she was gone?”

“I stepped out for a bit this afternoon. When I got back, she wasn’t here. And sir, the last couple of days, she’s been talking about your wife nonstop, wondering if she’s okay at school or if anyone’s giving her a hard time. Do you think she went to find her?”

All at once, it clicked. David glanced up, eyes drifting through the restaurant’s big windows to the milkshake shop across the street.

Central College was close by.

The old lady he’d spotted sipping milkshake earlier wasn’t just anyone. That was his grandma.

He ended the call and shot to his feet.

Jessa looked up, startled. “David, what’s wrong?”

He couldn’t believe it.

David marched inside.

The owner hurried over, her eyes lighting up. “Wow, sir, are you here for a massage too?”

Just then, a team of bodyguards in black suits swept in, blocking the owner from getting any closer. David walked past with Aiden. Every stride in his tailored black trousers was sharp and confident, drawing everyone’s attention.

The owner just stared. He was even better looking than any of her top masseurs.

Seriously handsome.

Down the hall, at VIP room 303, a bodyguard opened the door and stepped aside. David paused at the entrance.

Inside, Ella, Grandma Chelsea, and Lilly were sprawled comfortably on sofas, each with a tall, handsome male masseur kneeling in front of them, washing and massaging their feet.

Ella looked up with a bright smile. “Grandma, feels good, right?”