Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 342

But when he saw who it was, Mitchell froze. His face twisted as if he'd just bitten into something foul.

"Why is it you?" Mitchell's eyes darkened, his voice cold.

Lyman smirked at him. "Looks like you haven't been busy enough lately, since you've got the nerve to make a move on my wife."

Mitchell suddenly understood everything.

"You're despicable! You used Effie's phone to message me, didn't you?" Mitchell spat out the words, jaw clenched.

Lyman regarded him with a look of mild contempt. Even now, Mitchell was fixated on the wrong thing-how utterly foolish.

No wonder his company had started spiraling the moment Effie left. Without her, it was unlikely the business would have ever gotten off the ground in the first place.

Back when that tiny agency started gaining traction-enough to compete with the Etheridge Group's design department-Lyman had actually admired them. It took him a while to realize that what he'd really admired was Effie, not the others.

a threat; he'd used a few tricks to push her out of the spotlight, keeping her behind

a single finger. He turned to Mitchell.

finish, Mitchell charged at him, shouting, "No! Effie belongs to me-she always has! You're the one who stole her! After all these years together, you think she'd just walk away? She's only upset with me right now-that's all! You're just a rebound! One day she'll

jaw, snapping his head sideways. The sharp taste

didn't hold back at

how he wanted it, Mitchell wouldn't hold back

kill

d to believe

belt,

was

of Lyman's hits, but it didn't last. Lyman was too fast, too well-rounded; he was quick, and he knew how to defend. Mitchell had gone all out from the start, and his strength

most was that Lyman stood

then, Effie stepped out from the shadows. "Are you alright?" she asked. Mitchell's heart

she wasn't looking at him at all. Effie walked right

glanced at