Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 267

Banquet Hall, Lounge

Giselle had just finished her conversation with Ryan, her goal neatly achieved, and was about to return to the banquet hall when her phone buzzed with a call from Leonard.

He didn't waste time on pleasantries. He told her he'd be leaving early and had already arranged a private car to take her home after the event. No explanation, no chance for her to protest-he simply hung up.

Giselle stared at her phone, her cheerful mood soured by the abrupt dial tone. Leonard was always like this: cold, dismissive, never bothering to treat her with a shred of courtesy.

But soon, she thought, her lips curling into a sly smile-once she and Lysander were married and she became Mrs. Montgomery, things would change. She'd finally have the standing to put Leonard in his place. He'd learn to obey, whether he liked it or not.

...

Crimson Gardens

A sleek black car sped through the night, pulling up at the front steps of a stately villa.

Leonard—a tall, imposing figure-stepped out and strode straight through the doors. In the living room, he found Harper pacing anxiously, worry etched across her face.

Before Harper could speak, Leonard gave a curt shake of his head, his expression unreadable, and headed alone upstairs to the study.

open the heavy

the desk into deep shadow. The elegant lines of his face were blurred by darkness, but the sharp glint of his eyes was unmistakable—a

air was thick,

closing the door behind him. He took a few measured steps toward the desk, then spoke in a low, controlled voice. "Sir, your head injury hasn't fully healed.

would I know the dog at home was getting rebellious?"

"I'll accept

"Punishment?"

eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. For a brief moment, his

you think you owe

Leonard stayed silent.

"Speak!"

"Ma'am was on the verge of a breakdown at the time. She

Crash.

through the air, slamming squarely into Leonard's forehead before clattering to the floor. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room. Blood trickled down from the cut above his brow, but Leonard's expression didn't change; he didn't even

in his eyes. After a moment, he reined it in, his

overstepped your

Leonard said nothing.

icy. "Where is

at the house in Willow Lane. Security is tight. Our people are watching—she rarely goes out, and when she does, it's always to crowded public places, never for long. We haven't found a good opportunity to make a move. I've already notified the airline under your name: the moment she's seen at the