Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 351

Lyman Etheridge's phone went off, breaking the silence. He turned on his heel

and strode to his desk. When he saw the message was from Effie Bagnold, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

Effie: [Lunch together?]

Lyman started to type a reply, but then paused, as if a new idea had struck him. Instead, he snapped a photo of one of the sketches lying on his desk and set it as his profile picture. Only then did he answer her.

Lyman: [Sure.]

Effie noticed the change almost instantly. Lyman had updated his profile picture— and not just to any picture, but to one of the sketches she'd done yesterday when she was bored. Her cheeks flushed. She'd been in such a rush to leave last night that she'd completely forgotten to get rid of the evidence.

She'd assumed Lyman was too busy to go through those books, yet somehow he'd found her sketch anyway!

Across the office, Randell Hoffman glanced up at Lyman and snickered. "Look at him grinning like that," he said. "He's smiling so wide, I'm surprised his face hasn't split in half."

"So what?" Vinson Elliott replied, unimpressed. "What exactly are you trying to prove?"

Randell gave him an exasperated look. "Did you forget to take your meds again?" he shot back. "Because, honestly, that's the only explanation for your cluelessness."

used to Randell's jabs. Among close friends, the teasing was merciless. The more

was one subject that was strictly off-limits: the woman who had vanished from his

bottle of pills from his pocket. "Want one? I'll

his eyes. "Seriously? You actually carry those around with

am I supposed to cure you?" Vinson

"Get lost."

door, he paused, turning back to fix Randell and Vinson with a look. "If you two

so well that my servers are running themselves ragged. Any more,

kept quiet; his own resort's business was barely limping along. He couldn't help

time to stand around chatting,

want to see your business proposals on my desk

"Oh, great."

"Should've stayed home today..."

and Vinson groaned in

the two of them, offering a silent, momentary tribute. *Mr. Hoffman, Mr. Elliott, may

left, Vinson declared, "Looks like it's time to

eyebrow. "And what's that supposed