Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 112

Damn it!

Which news outlet had the nerve to pull this?

Luther nodded, but hesitated before asking, “Mr. Etheridge, do you want us to issue a statement? This has already started to affect the company's reputation, and... well, your wife might see it too."

At the mention of Effie, Lyman's expression flickered and his tone softened. "Handle the statement, but make sure you clarify that there's nothing between Isabel and me—it's strictly business. As for my wife..."

He paused, voice dropping lower. "I'll explain things to her myself."

Lyman's gaze turned brooding. He couldn't help but wonder-what would Effie think when she saw the news?

Would she be jealous?

Effie, however, didn't have time for such thoughts-she was far too busy for that.

in the afternoon, Isabel arrived at

the sketches over for her approval.

in the conference room well

before Isabel finally made her entrance, unhurried and unapologetic for being

she walked in, Effie stood and greeted her, her voice calm and poised. "Miss Isabel,

said, “Designer Bagnold, you really are something.

naïve-she caught the sarcasm

smoothly, handing over the

abilities. As far as she was concerned, Effie was just another mediocre designer, hardly qualified for a project of this caliber. Honestly, Isabel had only requested Effie for the design so she'd have an excuse to criticize

alone sent a thrill through

with an air of indifference, but the moment she saw the drawings,

My God.

Effie really

timeless elegance with a touch of modern flair. Every accent was perfectly balanced, surpassing