Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 287

He searched all night.

In the end, it was a call from his father, Conrad Montgomery, that forced Lysander to return to the old estate.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Conrad's face was thunderous as he confronted his son in the study.

Last night, Lysander had sent out so many people, causing quite a commotion. The whole social circle was abuzz, watching from the sidelines, eager for gossip. Even Conrad-who hadn't involved himself in family affairs for years had been dragged in by the uproar.

Lysander, having been caught in the rain all night, looked pale, but he didn't seem to care. "I don't have time to think about appearances. She needs to be found as soon as possible."

A vein throbbed on Conrad's temple; he was so furious, he hurled the mug on his desk across the room. "Now you remember to worry, do you?"

He was about to launch into another tirade when a knock came at the door. Adrian, who'd been staying at the estate lately, slipped in.

"Adrian, it's early-why aren't you getting some more sleep?" Conrad's stiff expression softened at the sight of his grandson, and his voice gentled.

was underwater, crying and

she coming back? I promise I won't make her mad again. Can you ask her to

then strode out of

just let out a heavy sigh, gathering the trembling Adrian into his

after all. Five, maybe six in

barely gotten into his car, ready to search

waiting for you

How convenient.

narrowed, cold and calculating. He told the driver to head

pulled up in front of the villa. Lysander climbed out, striding toward the lounge. As he walked, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it to Harper, then unfastened the top buttons of his black shirt,

Forrest waited, dressed in immaculate white, his

face to face. And yet,

spoke first. "Where

flat. "That's what I should be

They stared each other down, both searching the other's eyes for any hint

instant. Both men's fists clenched, knuckles white. They

time, every punch fueled by raw hatred.