?<strong>Chapter 865:</strong>


    Shawn, seated across from them, raised an eyebrow at Michael. “Yeah, what’s going on?”


    Michael’s face flickered with unease, but he kept his tone neutral. “It’s nothing.”


    Bobby, clearly uninterested in the deeper issues between Michael and Dulce, waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care about your drama, but if you’ve got a moment, have a word with Dulce. Tell her to stop dragging Fifi to those ces. Don’t let her lead Fifi down the wrong path!”


    Shawn scoffed, shaking his head. “Bobby, you’re overthinking it. Dulce and Fannie are adults—they can go wherever they want. Besides, aren’t you the same guy who’s blown tens of millions at Flex Club? Now you’re worried about someone else’s nightlife?”


    Bobby clicked his tongue in irritation but didn’t argue the point. Michael turned to Bobby, his expression hardening. “Where exactly are you saying they went?”


    “To nightclubs. The ones with the pretty waiters and male escorts.” Bobby smirked mischievously. “You didn’t know? Dulce’s practically a regr there!”


    Shawn shot Bobby a sharp look. “Will you stop making things worse?”


    “I’m not lying!” Bobby protested, throwing his hands up.


    “Shut up,” Shawn growled, his re cutting.


    Bobby fell silent, leaning back in his chair.


    Michael didn’t press further, his jaw tightening as he stared off, his thoughts tangled.


    That evening, Michael decided to take a swim. He carefully slipped off his wedding ring, cing it securely on a towel by the poolside. Afterpleting ap, he returned to find the towel floating in the water and the ring nowhere in sight.


    The pool manager hurried over after an initial search, his tone filled with apology.


    “I’m so sorry, Mr. Frye. We’vebed through the area thoroughly but haven’t found anything yet. We’ll drain the pool right away and make sure to retrieve your ring!”


    “Alright.”


    Michael sat at the edge of the pool in his swim trunks, his legs stretched out as he briskly towel-dried his hair.


    The few remaining guests at the pool were ushered away to give the staff space to search.


    Michael watched silently as the pool was drained and a team of a dozen staff members scoured the area meticulously. Two hours passed, and their search yielded nothing.


    The manager returned, bowing deeply in an attempt to cate Michael, his voice trembling with worry. “We sincerely apologize, sir. We will keep searching until we find it!”


    The staff were on edge, knowing full well the significance of the lost item—it was Michael’s wedding ring. If it wasn’t recovered, they feared the consequences.


    But to their surprise, Michael remained calm, unmoving, his gaze fixed on the now-empty pool.


    “Forget it. It’s gone. It’s been swept away, searching for it is pointless.” Michael’s demeanor was impossible to decipher, leaving the manager hesitant and uneasy. He decided to tread carefully.


    “Could you tell us the approximate value of the ring, sir? We know it was your wedding ring, and while we can’t rece its sentimental value, we’d like to do what we can topensate for your loss.”


    “Never mind. Even selling this ce wouldn’t cover its worth. I won’t hold it against you. Maybe this is how it was meant to be.”


    Michael stood, brushing himself off, and walked away without a backward nce.


    Later that evening, he found himself at the nightclub Bobby had mentioned. The clientele consisted entirely of women, so his presence drew immediate attention.


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