Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 25

By now, Nita had already pulled Effie out of the pool.

Effie was drenched from head to toe, so Nita quickly slipped off her own blazer and wrapped it around her. Luckily, she'd worn a tailored suit for the business meeting earlier, so she still had her shirt underneath. The suit's unique design made it perfectly acceptable for an evening event like this.

Meanwhile, Mitchell held Suzan protectively in his arms, his brow furrowed as he shot a reproachful look at Effie. "Effie, how could you do that to Suzan? What if something had happened?"

Effie's anger only burned hotter at his words.

She fixed Mitchell with a cold, mocking stare. "Are you blind, Mitchell? She's the one who dragged me into the pool, but now you're blaming me?"

A ripple of whispers spread through the guests nearby. Some looked at Effie with disapproval, assuming her actions were fueled by jealousy.

Suzan caught the attention, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes before she quickly replaced it with a trembling, pitiful expression. She sniffled, her voice soft and broken: "Mitchell, please don't blame my sister. It's my fault, I shouldn't have upset her..."

Of course, she'd done it on purpose. In front of everyone, she wanted to see Effie humiliated.

Nita heard this and nearly exploded. She jabbed a finger at Suzan, her voice sharp with outrage. "Suzan, cut the act! You're the one who dragged Effie into the water, and now you're playing the victim? Shameless!"

fury, clinging tightly to Mitchell's sleeve, her voice trembling. "I didn't... I really didn't... How

Mitchell's expression grew darker.

Nita. "Miss Nita, please watch your words. Suzan can't handle you frightening her

pair!" Nita fumed, stamping

about to say more, but

Mitchell," she murmured, voice thick with tears. "I'm fine. I guess my sister just really hates

eyes shimmered with tears, her whole demeanor radiating wounded

glass of red wine from a nearby table and threw it

down her face, her words dying in her

of wine trickled down her

that Effie.

gaze was icy, every word laced with biting sarcasm. "If you're going to be accused of something you didn't do, you might as well actually do it. Now the wine's on you—this time, I own

that, Effie took Nita's hand and

on Suzan shifted, their judgment clear in

woman calm and unbothered; the other, scrambling to maintain her act. It didn't

up at him,