Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 274

Mila blinked, momentarily lost. "Huh?"

Howard looked a touch embarrassed, though his elegant composure never faltered. "I've kept track of the matter you asked about," he said gently, "just as you wished."

Being ready at all times for his employer's needs—this was one of the hallmarks of an excellent butler.

And Howard was nothing if not professional.

"Oh... thank you," Mila replied, still a little dazed.

She took the divorce papers from Howard, then, without missing a beat, passed them over the security detail and handed them to Lysander.

"Please sign."

Lysander went quiet for a moment.

He took the papers, glanced at them carelessly, but didn't sign. Instead, he insisted the others leave.

"Clear the hallway. If we're going to talk, it'll be just us. Otherwise..."

the little boy clinging to Mila's hand. He instantly recognized him as Nathaniel's nephew. Lysander's eyes darkened, and then drifted back to Mila, his smile sharp,

grip on the

Of course she knew.

He didn't care how ugly things got, as long

But she cared.

and turned to Howard. "Take the boy and wait outside. The bodyguards stay. If I'm not out in ten minutes, call the

was playing her last

like pocket change-maybe he was eager to divorce her and marry Giselle

was possible,

out to the hall and the bodyguards retreated to stand watch along the corridor, a

away did Mila fix Lysander with a cold, steady glare. "Ten minutes. Say what you need to, and make it quick. I don't

smiled faintly. "Why the

forward, closing the distance between them until only a couple feet remained. Suddenly, he asked, "Was it you? Did you do something

but her gaze

what-every time something stirs in the Harvey family, you're going

going on between you and Giselle. I'm not petty enough to stoop to revenge over something so

at her, admiring the fierce determination in her