Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 27

Lyman's chauffeur had already pulled the sleek black Maybach up to the hotel entrance, its understated luxury blending into the shadows of the night.

With effortless grace, Lyman stepped out and opened the car door for Effie. He waited until she was settled inside before circling around to the other side and getting in himself.

The car glided away from the bustle of the hotel, the city's noise fading behind them.

Effie leaned back against the seat, turning her head just enough to watch the neon lights flicker past the window, their colors painting fleeting patterns across her face.

Sensing her mood, Lyman spoke gently, reassuring her, "Don't worry. You can leave everything to me."

Effie snapped out of her thoughts and forced a small smile. "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Lyman's gaze darkened, his tone turning icy. "I'll take care of what happened at the party. If she dared lay a hand on you, she'll face the consequences."

Without another word, Lyman called Luther, instructing him to secure the security footage from the business gala-specifically, the moment Effie was pushed into the water.

Effie was momentarily stunned.

be told, dousing Suzan in red wine earlier

being trusted and cared for-she realized-was

...

gala, anticipation

Lyman. Every so often, eyes would

planned to take Suzan to the hospital, but remembering his father's instructions, he sent his assistant with her

ballroom, champagne flute in hand, Mitchell kept glancing at the door, growing increasingly restless. He'd expected to use tonight as a chance to get closer to Lyman, but the man

the information wrong?" he muttered under

him were

Mr. Etheridge already arrived? Where

he

be right. Mr. Etheridge is never

But Lyman never showed.

Mitchell had no choice but to head home. He thought of visiting Suzan, but his father called, summoning

was still brightly lit. As he pushed open the front door, he found his father and Adeline waiting