Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 143

After Mr. Smith hung up the phone, a sharp glint flickered in his eyes.

So, he'd been fooled too.

If he hadn't questioned Isabel, he never would have found out, would he?

This made things much simpler.

Around dusk, Lyman was called away to an emergency meeting by Luther at the office.

Effie finished her dinner, took a short stroll, and was just about to head back when Mr. Smith appeared behind her without a sound or warning.

A strong whiff of alcohol hit her, making her jump. When she saw it was Mr. Smith, she immediately tensed.

"Mr. Smith, what are you doing here?"

He deliberately lowered his voice. "Just happened to be passing by. Imagine my luck, running into you, Miss Bagnold."

Miss Bagnold?

"Mr. Smith, my husband just stepped away to grab something. He'll be back soon.

and Mr. Etheridge aren't really married, are you? Tell me, how much is he paying to keep you? Whatever it is, I'll

time. His eyes narrowed, roaming over her with greedy

hardly contain himself. The contract was about to be signed-this woman would

"Mr. Smith, I'd ask you to show some respect. Lyman and I are legally married. What you're suggesting is outright

man lost

Absolutely outrageous.

being honest here. I'm always generous with women-actresses, models, principal dancers-I've taken care of them all, and

sick to her stomach.

on, "I'm telling the truth. You know the hottest star right now, Isabel? When she first started

froze, her mouth dropping open

it be the Isabel she

was only one Isabel, the dancer and the celebrity. It was almost

Smith, slander can land you in court. You really shouldn't say things like that,”

never expected to hear such gossip. She'd always thought

this up. I've had plenty of women. Stick with me, and you'll live in

married. What you're doing is sexual harassment. If you don't stop, I'll call

the contract's signed