Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 404

"Effie." Mitchell's voice dropped, his jaw clenched around her name.

It was painfully obvious he was barely keeping his temper in check.

Effie's lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile. Well, isn't this rare-looks like even he knows when to back down.

But what did that have to do with her?

"Mitchell, whatever was between us is over. That's just a fact. And Ryan isn't unreasonable if you really fix things between your companies, I doubt he'll go out of his way to make life difficult for you. So there's no need to beg me. Sort out your own mess before coming to me."

Effie felt no pity for him. She only said this to stop Mitchell from pestering her any further.

Let's end things cleanly, she thought.

But Mitchell saw only ridicule in her composure. He gritted his teeth. "Effie, you really won't help me?"

"I won't," Effie replied, her tone flat.

Mitchell's eyes flashed with frustration. "Fine. Just don't say I didn't warn you," he spat, then turned and stormed out.

Effie frowned, a chill of unease prickling at her.

Mitchell was already on the edge; she couldn't be sure what he'd do next, what lines he might cross.

over the

whatever came,

okay?"

back, watching from a distance. If Mitchell had laid

Mitchell hadn't lost

thinking, she couldn't help but smirk. "Wow...

Shirley blushed, embarrassed.

first design since going full-time. What do you think?" Shirley

that came with her official status, but this time

designs were bolder-freshenet

and unmistakably

impressed. "Not bad. These could go

revisions?" Shirley's

looked at her.

"I couldn't spot anything—that's why I brought them to

see anything either," Effie

"So... so that means..."

send your designs to the production

finally have my own

face lit up with pure

"If no one else comes up with a stronger design

there,