Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 77

When Lysander knocked and entered Jade's private suite, the heavy satin drapes were already pulled down over the large windows, creating an enclosed space illuminated by a stark, bright overhead light.

Near the door, four or five burly men in suits stood, their presence casting a tense and ominous atmosphere.

Despite sensing the tension in the room, Lysander maintained a calm, easy smile. He walked steadily into the suite and greeted Jade, who was seated across from him.

"Aunt Jade, it's been a while. How have you been?"

Jade reclined in her wooden chair, her response sharp and unyielding. "Spare me the pleasantries, Chairman Montgomery. I was doing just fine until you walked in."

Lysander chuckled good-naturedly and found a seat for himself. He knew Jade had never thought highly of him; their encounters were always fraught with barbed words. Moreover, he realized that if he didn't take a seat now, he'd be forced to stand throughout the conversation.

After settling down, he turned to Mila, who sat beside Jade, and greeted her with a warm smile. "Mrs. Sutherland."

Mila turned her head away, choosing to ignore him.

she slammed her hand on the

name of the couture wedding gown

I paid for

let out a

dumb

Splendid couture, designed and crafted under my guidance, is

you think money is all

thinking you can use my name or Splendid's reputation to elevate her. It's

family, they don't deserve

resonated firmly within the suite, leaving no room for

right to be

of high society had the privilege to wear them. Wearing one of

make stars

to try and leverage her influence?

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