Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 268

Mila changed out of her evening gown, took a quick shower, and slipped into something comfortable for home.

She tucked her child in for the night before heading to the study. Only after gently knocking and hearing Forrest's calm, steady voice from inside did she open the door and step in.

Forrest looked up, surprised to see her. "You're still up?"

"There's something I wanted to ask you."

Mila sat down on the sofa. Forrest stood from behind his desk and came around to join her, leaving a polite distance between them. His tone was gentle. "What's on your mind?"

Mila hesitated, thinking back to the end of the party when she'd run into Roland. He'd brought up Miranda, and though she'd brushed off his questions, something about it had left her uneasy.

Choosing her words, she asked, "Do you... know Roland well?"

was caught off guard by the question. After a brief pause, he nodded. "We've been friends for years, so I'd say

he... the type who plays around? I mean, does he have a reputation

finally voiced her concern. The last thing she wanted was for Miranda to

a moment before answering, "All I know is that he dated a few women when he was abroad. The breakups were all

replied quickly, steering the conversation away before it got too close to her best friend's

plans for going overseas. Miranda called earlier and said things with the Lockwood family are wrapping up, your company's about to go public, and the partnership with the Lockwoods is locked in. So things are looking pretty stable

smiled. "More or less. There are still a few issues to work

issues?" Mila's

asked some friends to check things out. Your name's being monitored, so I figured it's best to avoid drawing attention. I'm actually in the middle of negotiating a project with the Federal Security Bureau. If I can get approval

the country discreetly, using federal channels. We'd bypass United Lines entirely and set up

lit up. "Are you

paperwork-new passport, visa, all that. By the time everything's ready on your end,

Mila finally felt a weight lift off her shoulders. This route was far more secure than