Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 278

He hadn't even managed to get the question out before someone forced a large gulp of liquor down his throat. He nearly choked, glaring furiously at Nathaniel.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Nathaniel shot him a look, then glanced at Lysander, who was still smiling faintly. Keeping his voice low, Nathaniel muttered, "Stop poking your nose into everything. Try using your head for once."

"How am I not-"

He didn't get to finish. A dull thud cut him off.

Lysander's smile never wavered. He set his glass down on the table with a bit more force than necessary, producing a soft, heavy sound that drew everyone's attention. Still smiling, he swept his gaze over the now-silent crowd.

"What's the matter? No one wants to drink anymore?"

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure why Lysander had suddenly lost his cool.

The private room fell completely silent.

It was Nathaniel who broke the tension first, raising his glass with a cheerful grin. "Come on, come on! Just drinking is boring-let's play a drinking game! Loser drinks, and tonight, nobody goes home sober!"

"Nobody goes home sober!"

"Drink, drink, drink!"

mood instantly shifted, everyone joining in enthusiastically, and nobody dared

drink after drink. Her hand, hanging at her side, slowly curled into a fist, but her smile

Meanwhile.

Bamboo Grove, Mila

listening, she sounded

partying at the club? Why are

had no interest in hearing about those

to catch evidence of an affair. We think tonight is a good opportunity. Based on our past cases, these social gatherings are prime chances to get incriminating photos.

then realization

"Thank you, really."

own plant in the Harvey family—to come up empty while her legal team was already making

it was good news for

sent several generous cash bonuses to her lawyers' group chat, promising an even bigger reward if they brought her hard

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wore on, the

upstairs, letting everyone crash at the club for the night. But as he was helping a very drunk Lysander to his

of Nathaniel with a soft, gentle voice. "He always drinks too much at these things. I usually

for a moment, and for reasons he couldn't explain, he let

Lysander upstairs to his