Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 219

Effie had no intention of wasting any more time with Nelly. She said briskly, "I've sent you my purchase record. Check your work email."

Nelly gave a disdainful snort, pulled out her phone, and glanced at the screen- her expression shifted ever so slightly.

"Nelly, you drive a Porsche. Don't tell me you can't even afford to pay me back a measly thousand dollars?"

Nelly's eyes flickered. That Porsche wasn't even hers.

"Fine, I'll pay. Just wait."

It wasn't long before Effie received the payment from Nelly.

With another huff, Nelly stomped back to her desk, furiously tapping away at her phone. Whatever she was texting or whoever she was texting, Effie didn't care in the slightest.

Shirley shot Effie a thumbs-up. "You're amazing, Effie."

"Did you know Nelly would try something and that's why you brought that scarf?” Shirley asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Effie shook her head. "I'm not psychic. How could I have predicted that? You're the one who threw yourself in the line of fire—I couldn't do much about that."

at the snagged threads in her expensive scarf and winced.

you about to

was I going to

as if struck by lightning, she snapped her eyes open and looked

a few glances from nearby desks, and Shirley offered an awkward smile before lowering her voice. "Effie, are you and Mr.

hand jerked, knocking over her

are you talking about?" she muttered, shooting Shirley a

a

Mr. Etheridge looks at you like you're the only person in the world. I swear I could see the hearts

how she'd seen Lyman at

her from someone else's perspective. What kind of

secret's safe with me. Honestly, people's

trusted Shirley, and she nodded.

Shirley gave her a

afternoon, Effie got ready to head out. She stopped by Irving Butler's

"Mr. Butler, I need

look up from his paperwork. "Where