Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 225

##Opulent Dining Room, Private Suite

In an elegant dining room, six individuals were seated around a round table. Besides Lysander and his two associates, there were members from the Forest Group.

Lysander's gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces, his brow furrowing slightly. They were already ten minutes late, and the team's key figure, Forrest Whitmore, was still absent.

This business negotiation had been fraught with delays, and his patience was wearing thin.

Prompted by Leonard, the three representatives exchanged uncertain glances before one of them stepped out with a phone to make a call. Moments later, he returned to the room, looking apologetically at Lysander.

"Mr. Whitmore wants to speak with you."

Mr. Whitmore? Could it be that Forrest Whitmore was his real name?

Lysander frowned, nodding for the phone to be put on speaker.

Once on speaker, a faint breeze could be heard from the other end. After a long pause, a man's smooth, pleasant voice broke the silence.

"Lysander, it's been a while."

Lysander instantly recognized the voice, his expression turning briefly dark before he regained his composure. He didn't reply.

The room was engulfed in a tense silence.

Giselle was taken aback. Did Lysander know someone from the Forest Group?

was about to ask, she caught sight of Leonard's displeased expression from the corner of her

What was going on?

her only when Lysander slowly

came from the other end, "Seven years,

How could he forget?

"When did you get back? Why didn't you

since when have we been the type to sit

meeting ended on a

other end of the line, he had abandoned any notion

This was all intentional.

...

the Forest Group exited the

though Chairman Montgomery hadn't said much-always smiling,

felt an overwhelming pressure in

active, curiosity got the

you have a vendetta against Chairman

partnering with Montgomery Holdings was never an option. Yet Mr. Whitmore had sent them anyway and

was a

it hard to believe that Mr. Whitmore, usually

embarrass someone. Their curiosity

laugh came from the phone, "Of

kind of vendetta?

eager for gossip, only

"Stolen love."