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Chapter 409

Effie paid absolutely no attention to Mitchell. She chatted easily with Ryan and the others, as if he didn't exist.

Back when Ryan first agreed to work with E&M, it was really only because he loved Effie's designs-and his wife adored them even more. Their wedding anniversary rings had been designed by Effie herself.

If Effie was no longer with E&M, then the company had lost its soul. There was no

real reason to continue the partnership. And even if they did, Ryan certainly wouldn't offer such a generous price again.

Ryan leaned back and said, "There's no need for pleasantries. We're all businesspeople here-let's keep it professional."

Mitchell's heart skipped a beat. Was this deal about to fall apart? If it did, it would be all Effie's fault-she was the one refusing to cooperate!

Mrs. Ryan turned to Effie, her expression curious. "Is it true? You two have broken up?"

Effie's lips parted as she prepared to answer.

Worried she might say something reckless, Mitchell gave a pointed cough-a warning. Unfortunately, he coughed louder than intended, drawing everyone's attention.

Effie didn't spare him a glance. Calmly, she replied, "Yes, it's true. Mitchell and I are no longer together."

"Effie, you-"

gaze was

Mr. Ryan, you should make your own decision about whether to continue working with

only Effie could hear. "Why would you say that? Are you trying to ruin me?" His hands clenched so

What use are

your honesty. I'll give it

Ryan's resolve wavering, Mitchell quickly tried to

is still very eager to work with

Ryan cut him off, his tone polite but cool. I'm here today to catch up with old friends, not

I decide to continue our I

for a moment, but he forced it back into place.

hadn't agreed to anything, but at least there was still a chance—he'd left the door open

and Mrs. Ryan

Are you

her eyes sparkling. "Jewelry design is my greatest passion. As

love to have you design something

The Etheridge Group now," Effie said, handing over a

look at you with your own business cards!" Mrs. Ryan laughed, glancing at the card. "Congratulations-you're head of the