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..."

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

on the boy's hand

Of course she knew.

results-oriented. He didn't care how ugly things got, as long as he got his

But she cared.

a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and turned to Howard. "Take the boy and wait outside. The bodyguards

was playing

he'd just made with Giselle-tossing around millions like pocket change-maybe he was eager to

was possible, wasn't

the corridor, a stretch of space opened between Mila and Lysander. She'd insisted on it, not trusting him

cold, steady glare. "Ten minutes. Say what you need to, and make it quick. I don't want anything, just your

smiled faintly.

until only a couple feet remained. Suddenly, he

skipped, but her

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

to stoop to revenge over something so pathetic-I have my pride." "Are

admiring the fierce determination in her eyes. Suddenly, Lysander