Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1160

When Ian stepped into the private suite, it was filled with familiar faces from their circle.

"Hey, have any of you heard about that new company that popped up out of nowhere? They've snagged all of the Sanders' family businesses in Greenfield. They haven't even gone public yet, and their market cap is already 1 billion dollars."

"I heard. They've also invested in that big IP in the east side of the city. Their business is pretty much set for the next three years."

"Rumor has it they'll be listed on the Stock Exchange next month. Makes you wonder who's pulling the strings behind the scenes."

After discussing business, the conversation naturally shifted towards women.

Then, someone noticed Phelps, who hadn't said a word since the start of the gathering, and couldn't resist teasing him.

"A few days ago, Fitch came in with scratches on his neck from a woman. Ryan has a few girlfriends, too. Phelps, I think you're the only bachelor left in this group.”

Phelps, a doctor who was usually quiet during these gatherings, wasn't often around due to his work.

Among this group, he was closest to Ian.

Someone asked, chuckling, “What about Dr. Herrington?”

Phelps raised an eyebrow. He was rarely the subject of their discussions, and he wondered who had started it this time.

He rarely wore suits off-duty, preferring casual attire when not in his white doctor's coat.

At that moment, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms.

Someone else decided to stir things up.

“Wouldn't it be interesting if Phelps and Ian fell for the same woman?”

Ian shot a glance at the speaker, his gaze nonchalant.

Phelps laughed outright, his eyes serious as he said, “Never.”

He wasn't interested in Maja at all, but Ian seemed to have his heart set on her.

The group moved on to other topics, leaving only Fitch, sitting next to Ian, who ignored the previous conversation.

“Ian, Dylan hasn't made any moves lately.”

Given Dylan's cunning, this silence was worrisome.

Ian pushed his drink aside, then reconsidered and downed a few more, even deliberately choosing a few strong shots.

Fitch frowned deeply at this, hearing Ian say, “If I get drunk later, call Maja for me.”

Just as Ian finished speaking, Ryan came into the suite.