A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 32

Yvan sat there, ramrod straight, his lean figure casting a striking profile with half his face. turned away, exuding an allure that was both enchanting and devilish.

He occupied the luxuriously appointed private room like a European nobleman from a bygone era, commanding the space with an air of undeniable presence. His features were as finely crafted as a Renaissance painting.

Matilda’s breath hitched the moment she realized it was Yvan. “How can it be you?” che exclaimed in disbelief.

“Mason was just doing me a favor by reaching out to you,” Yvan said, his voice even. “Let’s sit down and talk about this, shall we?”

“No need. I’ve got nothing to say to you.” Matilda replied, her astonishment quickly replaced by a cold indifference as she turned to leave.

But Yvan’s mocking laugh stopped her in her tracks.

“Matilda, are you really that afraid of me now? Are you still the brilliant designer you used to be?” his voice taunted.

Matilda froze. He was challenging her pride, forcing her to stay. Clenching her teeth, she spunt around to face Yvan, her eyes blazing with a vivid hatred and took a seat opposite him.

closed the door behind them, leaving them

Matilda finally spoke.

studied Matilda. It was their first calm encounter in five years,

lovestruck woman she once was, and he was no longer the Yvan he

had been.

both. They sat there, strangers with

sharp pain stabbed at Yvan’s heart before he spoke again. “Let’s make a

tightened instinctively. “What kind of

feet. In return, Logan will be taken care of

“Mr. Boyd, that’s unnecessary. My brother and I

take care

Chapter 32

turning cruel with no trace of past affection. “With one phone call, I can make you and your brother

too far!” Matilda’s eyes reddened with anger,