Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 37

Suzan asked the waiter to bring over some tea, intercepting the tray at the door before anyone else could see.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, she rummaged through her purse, pulled out a small packet, and discreetly emptied its contents into one of the cups.

Finally, her little insurance plan was about to pay off. Perfect.

Carefully, she set the tray down on the table herself, making a point to hand out the cups personally.

First, she offered a cup to Mr. Horace, then handed one to Effie.

As she did, Suzan shot Effie a pointed look, the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly.

Effie instantly picked up on the meaning in Suzan's gaze, every alarm in her head going off.

Wherever Suzan was involved, letting her guard down was simply not an option.

Suzan had just been trending for all the wrong reasons-a pariah overnight, with everyone gunning for her.

Yet here she was, instead of lying low at home, boldly joining the dinner as if nothing had happened.

What was she really after?

Effie accepted the cup, feeling the gentle warmth through the porcelain as she mulled it over.

She stared down at the amber liquid, watching wisps of steam curl up, carrying with them a faint, unfamiliar scent.

the cup back on the table and pretended to smooth her

Horace asked, his eyes crinkling

Mr. Horace." Effie looked

tossed back his tea in one easy

with satisfaction as she took a small sip from her own

tea, lifting it to her lips-but just as she was about to drink, her hand suddenly trembled. A splash

across the back of her hand, the pain sharp

hurriedly apologized, "I'm so sorry-I'll just go clean this

quickly excused herself, heading for

leave, brow furrowing ever so

that little witch know

Why the sudden clumsiness?

Effie's cup still half full, Suzan forced a smile and

Horace, launching into a lively

warmth and curvy figure. Not quite on Designer Bagnold's level, perhaps, but certainly enthusiastic enough to keep him

them chatted

room, Effie finally

way to the restroom when

brick wall—a broad, solid chest that left her nose

up, she found herself staring at a face so handsome

every striking angle of the man's features

Lyman.

What were the odds?