Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 111

Effie's hand paused mid-motion. She looked up at Shirley and asked, "Really? How do you know that?"

The group had been chatting about office gossip just a moment ago. This must have been what they were whispering about.

After all, Lyman was the heir to the Etheridge Group, and Isabel was a well-known dancer. Both of them were headline material.

When Effie first heard the rumor, she felt a subtle pang of jealousy.

Shirley leaned in, dropping her voice conspiratorially. "Someone spotted Mr. Etheridge at Isabel's place yesterday afternoon. They were inside for ages, just the two of them. The photos are everywhere! Everyone's saying they must be together-just look online, it's blowing up!"

She fished out her phone, found a few blurry photos, and handed it to Effie.

In the photos, Lyman stood at Isabel's door while she answered, apparently in her pajamas. Their faces weren't clear, but the posture between them looked a little too intimate.

She handed the phone back to Shirley, her tone even. "You

to convince herself

reaction. "Effie, how can you not be interested at all? Mr. Etheridge is our boss—his scandals are practically front-

comes first. Gossip is just noise-listen if you want, but don't let it

truth was, Effie couldn't help but feel uneasy. She recalled how, when Lyman came home last night and she'd leaned against his chest, she'd caught a hint of

place? Was that how he

wasn't going to join in

watched her go, quietly exhaling-but her mind was a

lie to say none of this bothered her. She and Lyman were married now.

rather step aside than be caught in some secret web of lies. There was no

laptop. Isabel's initial jewelry designs had just come

his office at the Etheridge Group, Lyman was buried in paperwork when Luther burst in,

"What's going on? Why