Chapter 660

Chapter 660

Felix's last words were exactly what both Janie and her daughter Claire had been hoping to hear.

"You go on in. I want to watch you go inside before we head back." Janie's voice was soft and sweet with a warm undertone.

Janie had lived quite a full life.

Especially during the years when Claire was little — being a young single woman back then was no easy thing.

But Janie had no interest in worthless men. She only went after the cream of the crop, and she only ever played the role of a brief lover.

She never clung to anyone.

She'd take what she could get and move on.

Over time, she had honed her skills to perfection.

On top of that, she'd never gone without money, and had taken exceptional care of herself — so even past fifty, Janie still looked remarkably fresh and youthful.

Like a woman not yet forty.

And there was something about her — that mature, coyly bashful air — with a deep, smoldering sensuality that came from somewhere bone-deep.

Felix was completely caught off guard, just staring at her.

"Why haven't you gone in yet?" Janie asked, playing innocent.

Before Felix could answer, she said, "Oh, I know — we never exchanged contact information."

Felix nodded right away. "Right, right, right — old friends from way back, childhood friends even. How could we run into each other again and not swap numbers? And besides, if our families want to get together, we'll need to be in touch, won't we?"

With that, the two of them leaned in close and exchanged phone numbers.

Then added each other on WhatsApp.

In that moment, Felix felt like his heart had dropped twenty years.

Back in his forties, at the height of his charm, his career, and his power — how many women had fallen for him so hard they cried?

Women who would have given up everything just to curl up in his arms.

And now, here was Felix feeling exactly that same way.

Like some lovesick young kid.

A feeling he couldn't quite put into words.

Sweet, excited — and just a little bit scared.

He didn't even know how he ended up getting into the elevator.

He and Janie said goodbye over and over again, and before they finally parted, they each sent the other a greeting message right there on the spot.

The moment Felix stepped into the elevator, Janie and Claire looked at each other and smiled.

The two of them walked to the car, and as Claire started driving, she asked her mother, "Mom, I have to say — you really know how to handle men. Even now I feel like I can't hold a candle to you."

Janie didn't bother hiding who she was in front of her own daughter.

She smiled with full confidence. "As long as a woman knows how to present herself and uses her charm at just the right moment, what in this world can't she get?"

Saying this, Janie had completely forgotten how badly she'd once been burned by a man.

"You're so right." Claire's voice was full of admiration.

"Daughter, since we came back to go after Alexander, the first thing you need to do is sharpen your skills."

"Mom." Hearing her mother say it so bluntly, Claire still felt her face go red.

After all, how could a girl in her twenties have the thick skin of a fifty-year-old woman who'd seen it all?

"Don't be embarrassed. Showing a lot of skin — that's all surface-level stuff, too obvious. A man like Alexander doesn't fall for that. Think about it — you thought you put in so much effort before."

Claire nodded, deflated. "Yeah, I really thought I did. I worked Juliana and used her to get close to Alice, won Alice over first, then tried to figure out Elizabeth's personality and weak spots."

"And I kept an eye on Alexander too. I even ran into him by chance. I thought I had it all perfectly planned — but Alexander still ended up disliking me."

Janie let out a cold laugh. "That's exactly why your skills aren't good enough. You need to keep practicing."

"Mom, then please teach me properly."

"First — you need to look naturally, effortlessly refined. You understand?"

"Like you, Mom?" Claire looked at her mother with admiration.

"Second — be vulnerable when the moment calls for it, be sweet and playful when it calls for that. And pay attention to this: always look for a small, subtle opening. Never go for a big, obvious move. Alexander isn't a man who's ruled by desire, so anything too forward will put him off."

"Once Alexander is put off by you, you won't have a single chance left."

"That's..." Claire looked deeply worried.

"Don't worry. I'm here. I'll create more opportunities for you. But first, I need to reel Felix in."

"Mom, he's so old."

"Old?" Janie suddenly let out a sad little laugh. "I only regret that I was too young back then — too many years younger than him. If I'd been seven or eight years older, I would have married him for sure. Do you know who Felix is? Twenty years ago, he was everything Alexander is today."

She paused, her voice going quiet. "But it was no use. When he was falling in love, I was only eleven or twelve. By the time I turned eighteen and was old enough to marry, he already had a wife and a mistress, and four children."

"And on top of that, he had women swarming around him left and right."

"His two women could barely keep up with their own jealousy — let alone pay any attention to me, a girl who'd had a secret crush on him since childhood."

"And I wasn't a Jones. I grew up in the Jones family, raised like a precious little princess — but I had no real claim to the name. I was just a niece."

"So I left the country in a fit of anger. I wanted to find a proper English gentleman, someone from a good family, so I could finally hold my head high."

"But I got played instead."

"If Felix had chosen me back then, you would have been born a Windsor princess. And if you were a Windsor princess, Claire — what kind of man couldn't you have?"

"Mom, don't be sad. I'll follow everything you tell me and work on it."

"Your charm."

"Mm." Claire nodded.

The car drove on, further and further away.

Of course, Felix had no idea what the mother and daughter were plotting inside that car.

He stepped out of the elevator and walked straight toward Alexander's office. Even when the receptionist spotted him, he paid her no mind.

Receptionist: "Mr. Felix Windsor, Mr. Alexander Windsor is—"

"What about him? He's my son. It's only natural I go see him."

"He's—"

How was she supposed to say it?

Was she really going to tell him that just ten minutes ago, Mr. Windsor's tie had been cut short by his wife, and that his wife had then dragged him into the office by that same tie — and that Mr. Windsor was probably in there on his knees right now?

That's what she was thinking. But she didn't say a word of it.

"You should probably wait here, sir."

"I'm not waiting!" Felix's energy and tone today — he seemed twenty years younger.

Before the receptionist could react, Felix was already almost at the door of the CEO's office.

Inside the office at that very moment, Alexander was sitting in his chair.

And sitting on his lap was Elizabeth.