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.

endlessly over the unknown

deal with whatever came, when

are you okay?"

come back earlier, but had hung back, watching from a distance. If Mitchell had laid a hand on Effie,

Mitchell hadn't lost

Effie heard what Shirley had been thinking, she couldn't help but smirk. "Wow... you're a force to be reckoned

Shirley blushed, embarrassed.

do you think?" Shirley entered Effie's office, holding her

newfound confidence that came with

designs were bolder-freshenet

unmistakably

impressed. "Not bad. These

No revisions?" Shirley's eyes

chin on one hand and looked at her. "Do you see anything that needs

"I couldn't spot anything—that's why

I don't see

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

designs to the production team," Effie finished for

finally have my own

lit up

with a stronger design this month, yours

there,