Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 331

A flicker of panic flashed in Isabel's eyes. She clenched her jaw and snapped at the receptionist, "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean!"

The receptionist froze, staring at Isabel in shock.

"But... didn't you just say "

Isabel cut her off in a fluster, "Enough! If you want to get yourself in trouble, fine. But don't drag me down with you."

With that, Isabel turned, ready to make a hasty escape.

Effie seized Isabel's wrist, her voice cold and sharp. "Not so fast. You haven't explained why you answered Lyman's call."

Isabel's gaze darted away. Why had she answered Lyman's phone? The answer was simple: she wanted to annoy Effie.

But of course, Isabel wouldn't admit that out loud.

Effie and then down at the hand

Etheridge!" The receptionist, red with anger, rushed forward. But before she could reach them, Luther stepped in and calmly lifted her away by the collar, as

person. You'll regret this!"

exasperated. This idiot—she'd regret her words soon enough,

Etheridge? Isabel, start explaining. Now." Effie's eyes narrowed, a dangerous

was harmless,

a corner, she braced herself and said, "She misunderstood. She thought I was Lyman's fiancée-l never

jaw dropped. Was Isabel even listening

hadn't actually said anything directly; but she'd certainly led her on. Otherwise, why

"That's not true! You-"

sort. Don't you dare

realized it—she'd been

two women devolved into

no plans to intervene— instead, he led Effie away toward Lyman's

soon as they opened the door, a fresh, clean scent-like expensive shower