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?

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

What was going on?

when Lysander slowly enunciated a

warm laugh came from the other end, "Seven

How could he forget?

were cold, though his tone remained calm. "When did you get back? Why didn't you say anything? I could have

line chuckled, a bit muted. "Lysander, since when have we been the

meeting ended on a sour

he had abandoned

This was all intentional.

...

Group exited the suite, visibly

Chairman Montgomery hadn't said much-always smiling,

an overwhelming pressure in his

the call still active, curiosity got the

you have a vendetta against Chairman

an option. Yet Mr. Whitmore had sent them anyway and chose not to show up

was a

hard to believe that Mr. Whitmore,

someone. Their curiosity

laugh came from the phone, "Of course, there's a

of

around the phone were eager for gossip, only to hear

"Stolen love."