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.

her work. Soon she'd hand everything over, sell her shares, and finally cut the toxic ties for

Etheridge Manor

its sleek, modern lines a stark contrast to the stately brickwork of the historic estate. The car came

of polished leather shoes hit the ground, and Lyman, with his impossibly long

she looked up, her face lighting up as she called

who finally decided to come home! So, did

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softening just a little with resignation. "Mom, that's actually what I wanted to

a nice young man. I don't care who you bring home-man, woman, cat, or dog-just

and frustration. "Mom, I assure you, I'm perfectly straight. Can you please stop with all this matchmaking? Am I

"Oh, don't be so uptight! It's the twenty-first century-boy, girl, it's all the same. Love is

tie. "Mom, you don't have to worry. I've already found someone for you to meet your

pure disbelief. “Yeah, sure. If you're so confident, why don't you bring her