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?

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

Miss Bagnold. You and Mr. Etheridge aren't really married, are you? Tell me, how much is he paying to keep you?

His eyes narrowed, roaming over her

woman would have no more use for Lyman. Then it would be his

some respect. Lyman and I are

the man

Absolutely outrageous.

generous with women-actresses, models, principal dancers-I've taken care of them all, and they were

to her stomach.

her disbelief, he pressed on, "I'm telling the truth. You know the hottest star right now, Isabel? When she first started out, she was

mouth dropping open in

be the Isabel

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

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

She'd always thought Isabel was practically a

women. Stick with me, and you'll

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

act. Once the contract's signed