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.

her so openly. Truth be told, dousing Suzan in red wine earlier had already soothed some of her anger,

of being trusted and

...

the business gala, anticipation hung thick in the

here for one reason: Lyman. Every so often, eyes would dart to

but remembering his father's instructions, he sent his assistant with her instead. He remained at the event,

of the ballroom, champagne flute in hand, Mitchell kept glancing at the door, growing increasingly restless. He'd expected to use tonight

wrong?" he muttered under his breath,

were whispering

Mr. Etheridge already

he

That can't be right.

But Lyman never showed.

no choice but to head home. He thought of visiting Suzan, but his father

lit. As he pushed open the front