Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 8

"A minor issue?" Effie let out a soft, mirthless laugh, her eyes laced with sarcasm. "Mitchell, you really think this is nothing? Or do you think I'm just someone you can brush off whenever you please?"

Mitchell's brow furrowed, his tone turning cold and clipped. "Effie, don't push your luck. I'll let this go-just this once. Don't let it happen again."

Effie rose from her seat, meeting his gaze with calm determination. "Mitchell, I'm dead serious."

The tension between them thickened in an instant; it was as if the air itself could catch fire.

Mitchell's fists clenched at his sides, but after a moment, he let out a bitter chuckle and strode toward the door.

"Effie, I hope you think this through."

He tossed the words over his shoulder and left the office without looking back.

The door slammed shut behind him. Effie stood silently for a moment, drawing a deep breath, forcing herself to steady the turmoil inside.

she turned her attention to her work. Soon she'd hand everything over, sell her shares,

Etheridge Manor

Maybach glided up the old cobblestone drive, its sleek, modern lines a stark contrast to the stately brickwork of the historic estate. The

pair of polished leather shoes hit the ground, and Lyman, with his impossibly long legs, strode into

up, her face lighting up as she called out in her

finally decided to come home! So, did you finish looking through all those photos

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room, his sharp features softening just a little with resignation. "Mom, that's actually what

prefer a nice young

perfectly straight. Can you please stop with all this matchmaking? Am I really such a

a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, don't be so uptight! It's the twenty-first century-boy, girl, it's

tugged at his navy-blue tie. "Mom, you don't have to worry. I've already

sure. If