After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#25 “I Will Take the Case.”

“Macallan neat,” Alexander gruffly says to the bartender as soon as he reaches the bar. He takes the empty seat next to the informant, Kyle Vennillia, and impatiently awaits his Scotch, drumming his fingers on the bar top.

“That was quite the performance,” Kyle remarks, breaking the silence. ” Who would have thought a woman who looks like that could play so well.”

Taking a long sip of his Scotch, Alexander turns to Kyle with a hint of irritation. “I’m Alexander Stone.” Alex does not extend his hand for a handshake.

“Yes, Mr. Stone, I know who you are. Laura told me you needed to speak with me urgently,” Kyle replies calmly.

Alexander shows no sign of relaxing, even after finishing his drink in one long gulp. He sternly says, “Well, she is mistaken. I never NEED anything. But I do have a matter I would like to discuss with you.”

“Of course, Alex. Can I call you Alex?” Kyle asks, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “No,” Alexander replies curtly, making it clear that he prefers a more formal address.

“Hmm, she really has you worked up,” Kyle remarks as he signals to the bartender for another round of drinks.

answers, trying to maintain his cool demeanor, though he is disappointed that it

ago. For someone known for his unshakable, calm, and collective behavior, I am quite surprised by how much she seems to have bothered you,” Kyle observes

deny that this man possesses an

is really going on,” Alexander admits, leaning in slightly.” 11 I want to understand

the puzzle of the situation. “Well, Alex, let me tell you this: People aren’t always what they seem. Sometimes, there’s more to their actions than meets the eye. And it seems like you and Sophia have quite the

me when I have been nothing but

into a fascinating situation. He leans back in his chair, taking a thoughtful sip of his own drink, inviting Alexander to share

to find out everything there is to know about Sophia Johnson. I have already had my investigators look into her, and they came up with

scoffs. “I have ways of conducting an investigation that other

man’s presumption and brazen insolence. He considers walking away, but his pride gets the better of him. “The reasons I want Sophia Johnson investigated are none of your business,” he retorts. “I just need to know if

Alexander Stone. As the two men continue their

name sounded familiar. Aren’t you a journalist for The WeekDay?”

the room, he turns his head towards her direction. “To be honest

Sophia, a

Sophia Johnson for you, Mr. Stone,” he says confidently. “I’ll do

graceful and elegant? You can see from here that she simply commands the room.

His back immediately tenses, and his hands unconsciously clench into tight