Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

523 Advice

(Mia)

Gus walks through the living room slowly, his gaze flicking over the ornate furnishings, the heavy curtains, the marble-topped tables.

His fingers trail along the edge of a sideboard, and for a moment, he looks lost in thought.

"You okay?"

He glances at me. "It's strange being here without her and having all her stuff still here. I'll see that it's all collected. There's some valuable pieces here."

"Judy's gone," I say bluntly, shrugging my shoulders. "You'll have to get used to it. This place is part of Brennan Industries now, I believe."

His mouth tightens, and he doesn't respond. Instead, he turns his attention to the window, looking out at the street below. I don't know what he's thinking, and honestly, I don't care. Gus being here isn't my concern-what he wants is. I know he says he's here to pick up Mama, but that doesn't fool me.

"You didn't come here to reminisce," I say. "What do you want?"

He turns back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I want to know where your grandfather is."

My stomach flips, but I keep my expression neutral. "He's in custody. You know that."

"Don't lie to me, Mia," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You and I both know he's not in custody. So where is he?"

I bristle, lifting my chin. "How should I know? I haven't spoken to him since I gave my statement and they arrested him."

Gus steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. "You're lying."

inside that my grandfather is not the only one capable of killing. And being

would seem, my uncle is

Mia, you need to think very carefully about what you're doing. Your grandfather isn't the kind of man you double-cross and walk away from." I force myself to meet his gaze. "I'm not playing both sides. I'm just trying

you'd better think

bright but tentative. She's dressed elegantly, as always,

Gus as she glances between

instantly. "Of course. I have a wonderful lunch place picked for us. I've missed you,

my purse. I'll

my arms, stepping closer to him. "You'd better watch yourself with her," I say quietly, my

raises an eyebrow. "And

you hurt her,

it," I say, my tone icy. "You might think you're untouchable but remember who my grandfather is. He might be estranged from my mother, but if he finds

moment, then smirks. "And what about you, Mia? What's your plan? Run back to your

running to anyone," I snap. "But don't think for a second that I'll just stand by

in slightly,

the one

Mia. And if

à outmaneuver your net

me, you'd better be damo sure

what I'm doing," I say, my voice steady despite the knot

it looks like you're in over your

hand. She smiles at us, oblivious to the tension

"I'm very much looking forward to talking

them, my mind racing. "Have a wonderful lunch. "Mama, do