Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 153

Effie slipped her phone back into her purse, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She glanced up at the crowd clustered around Sarah, who was soaking up the attention, her face glowing with smug satisfaction as their classmates showered her with praise.

"Sarah, your boyfriend is seriously impressive! Mr. Etheridge must really think the world of him!" Harriet gushed, her envy barely disguised.

Sarah gave a modest little laugh, playing coy. "He's just doing his job, really. But he's got talent-otherwise, there's no way he'd have gotten promoted at The Etheridge Group, considering how competitive it is."

Nita, who'd been biting her tongue, couldn't help herself. She cleared her throat softly. "Um... is it possible Mr. Etheridge was actually here for someone else?"

Harriet rolled her eyes, scoffing, "Oh, come on, Nita! Who else among us could possibly know Mr. Etheridge? Don't tell me you mean Effie?"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

But Nita nodded emphatically, "Yeah, actually!"

Harriet let out a short, mocking laugh. "You must be dreaming."

to stop Nita, shaking

of attention. If people found out about her connection to Lyman, she could kiss her peaceful life goodbye.

swallowed her words, though the look on her face made it clear she wasn't thrilled. One day, these people would

tension, rallying

food-no one was going to complain about that. And these treats were the kind they rarely got to indulge

off and drifted into casual conversations,

slid into her field of vision. She looked up,

Granger's eyes were

glass politely, clinking it lightly against

a sip of his wine, his gaze

Nita. “Nita, you should toast Granger, too. It's been a while since you two caught up,

for her. For all her

up her glass, blushing. "Granger, cheers. I heard you're a surgeon now at Neo-Arcadia Hospital. Congratulations on making your dream come

son of the Morgan family, but now he was better known for saving lives as a

Hospital was stellar-he'd become a

about him—after all, she'd nursed a crush on him for quite some