Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 87

According to the file, Effie was just an ordinary woman in the workforce-nothing remarkable about her background, and her abilities at work were decent but not outstanding. Yet here she was, catching Isabel's attention in a way that stung with a mix of disbelief and disdain.

"Effie..." Isabel murmured the name under her breath, her tone colored with contempt and puzzlement.

So, she's working as a designer at The Etheridge Group now?

She must've pulled some strings to get in, right? How else could this be such a coincidence?

And apparently, she'd managed to charm Lyman, too.

Worse yet, rumor had it they were even living together.

Isabel had thought she must have misread the information. But she checked again—no mistake. The evidence was right there in her hands.

Her brow furrowed tightly, fingers unconsciously clenching the file as a wave of jealousy and resentment washed over her. It felt like a fire igniting in her chest.

"Effie... What makes you think you deserve all this?" Isabel whispered, her voice icy and low.

tried to calm her. "Isabel, don't let this get to you. We need to think carefully

cool and measured. "Carole, I have an awards gala at the beginning

confused by the sudden change of

yet. Why not commission Effie to design

a jewelry designer, isn't she? Let's

it's such a prestigious event. Usually, you'd have something made by a

I have my reasons. If her design falls flat, she'll be the one embarrassed, and everyone will see how she really got into The Etheridge Group. Let's

to Isabel's plan. She nodded, a hint of admiration in her smile. “Brilliant, Isabel. This is a good way to test what Effie's really

of Isabel's mouth as she lifted

eyes. "Exactly. I want to know what's so special about

and dialed The Etheridge Group. "Hello, is this the design department? We'd like to commission a custom jewelry set

the other end, the receptionist responded politely, "Certainly. I'll pass along your request to Designer Bagnold and have someone get back to

Carole looked back at Isabel. "It's done. Now we

chill flickering in her gaze. "Effie... don't

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