Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 395

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

The sound was so sharp and abrupt it seemed to echo right beside her ear. Effie's heart gave a violent jolt, and she instinctively pushed Lyman away.

She hurried to straighten her clothes, shooting him a look filled with reproach and frustration.

Lyman, unfazed, simply stepped forward and helped her smooth out her blouse, his touch brisk and practical.

Only then did he call out, "What is it?"

Luther, picking up the irritation in Lyman's voice, felt his stomach drop. He tensed immediately.

Still...

He glanced at the two officers standing nearby, then steeled himself and said, "Mr. Etheridge, the police are here to gather evidence."

"Let them in," Lyman replied coolly.

Effie sucked in a sharp breath. Lyman was truly fearless-he didn't even bother to show deference to the police.

The officers entered, and, upon seeing Lyman, greeted him with a respectful, "Mr. Etheridge."

Lyman merely nodded in acknowledgment. It was all the greeting he cared to give.

had every reason to be so

finished our earlier discussion. Why don't you come up to my office and we'll

drop of blood in her body had rushed

was just

police had gathered what evidence they needed, Irving Butler's office was a mess—papers strewn everywhere, drawers left

small bucket and a cleaning rag. "Effie,

this junk needs

the "junk" Effie was talking about and

Who

Pavel.ne

Butler had been quite the

items in his office. No wonder he needed a wig

care of it," Shirley said. The less

I appreciate

the others quickly jumped in to

the new boss. They all thought, "Let's make sure Effie's first

time the office was back in order, it was nearly quitting time. Effie

was tradition, after all. A

staff recalled that when Irving Butler was promoted, he'd also treated the team-but only to takeout boxes, and

the stingiest

everyone to a high-end restaurant, people could