Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 350

Irving Butler glanced at Effie and muttered under his breath, "That's odd. Did Effie have a change of heart? She's not even upset.”

...

"Mr. Etheridge, do you want me to put this book away for you?" Luther gestured toward the novel Effie had finished reading yesterday, which now sat on the coffee table.

"Just leave it there," Lyman replied.

It was rare for Effie to set foot in his office, let alone leave something behind. Lyman didn't want to erase that small trace of her presence at least, not yet.

Luther eyed the casually abandoned book and couldn't help but marvel at Effie's influence. Usually, Lyman was the type of person who insisted everything be in its place, who wouldn't tolerate even the slightest disorder, yet he was letting a book just sit out in the open.

Just then, Vinson Elliott and Randell pushed through the door.

“Lyman, what are you up to? We're bored out of our minds. Why not join us for a ski trip abroad?” Vinson said, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Ski resorts here are all the same-crowded and basic. The slopes are tiny, and you spend half the time waiting in line. It's no fun at all."

look in his eyes. "If you want to go, go by yourself. Don't drag me

from the coffee table and flipped through it absentmindedly. "Lyman,

books; Lyman had read every

read like nobody

matter how you quizzed him afterward, he could recall every

skipped ahead in school while

himself, Lyman just loves to show off. Why else would he install a whole wall of bookshelves in his office? It was practically an announcement: "Look at

Randell

Hething caught his eye.

disbelief. "Seriously? Lyman, I didn't take you

him a sharp look. "What

mean, it's one thing to read, but why sketch a self-portrait in your book? Who can concentrate on the

too distracted by

self-portrait? Let me see!" Vinson Elliott, ever the gossip, leaned in for

exclaimed, "Whoa, Lyman, I gotta say—you've really outdone

finish his sentence, he caught Lyman's icy glare and swallowed the rest of