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..."

Mila's hand. He instantly recognized him as Nathaniel's nephew. Lysander's eyes darkened, and then drifted back to Mila, his smile sharp, almost mocking. "You know me, darling. I've never cared how

on the boy's hand

Of course she knew.

care how ugly things got, as long

But she cared.

on the divorce papers in Lysander's hand. After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and turned to Howard. "Take the boy and wait

was playing her last

after the scene he'd just made with Giselle-tossing around millions like pocket change-maybe he was eager to divorce her and marry Giselle as

was possible,

to the hall and the bodyguards retreated to stand watch along the corridor, a stretch of space opened between Mila and Lysander. She'd insisted

turned away did Mila fix Lysander with a cold, steady glare. "Ten minutes.

smiled faintly. "Why the

stepped forward, closing the distance between them until only a couple feet remained.

but her

the Harvey family, you're going to

not petty enough to stoop

her, admiring the fierce determination