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.

glanced at the pictures, her heart tightening, but her face remained composed. She handed the phone back to Shirley, her tone even.

Effie tried to convince herself

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

paperwork. "Work comes first. Gossip is just noise-listen if you want, but don't

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

from Isabel's place? Was that

Shirley realized Effie wasn't going to join in the speculation, she wandered off, a bit

quietly exhaling-but her mind was a mess

none of this bothered her. She and Lyman were married now. More than that-they

Effie would rather step aside than be caught in some

head, Effie forced herself to focus and opened her laptop. Isabel's initial jewelry designs had just come in; she needed to review them one more time and make sure nothing

the Etheridge Group, Lyman was buried

"What's going on? Why the