Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 448

Chapter 443

Forrest sat in silence, expressionless, turning the porcelain cup in his hands. He didn't say a word.

Giselle, on the other hand, showed no impatience.

She waited him out, then spoke again. "I'm in no rush. Take a few days to think it over if you want-I'll wait for your answer."

Forrest finally broke his silence. "Why are you so invested in this project?" he asked suddenly. "Sure, Al automation has promise, but it's hardly unique. Your company's still green-unless Montgomery Holdings steps in to vouch for you, you'll have a hard time standing out among all the other smart automation teams. And we both know that's not going to happen."

A quiet moment passed.

Giselle's voice was calm. "This is something Lysander wanted to do."

Forrest let out a low chuckle. "...Ha."

"Believe it or not, that's up to you," Giselle replied. "I have my reasons. Besides, if the project succeeds, it'll be a big win for me too."

Forrest only smiled, saying nothing.

A big win? Who's she trying to fool? Still, from what he could see, he wasn't about

to lose out on this deal—at least not on paper. But Giselle was clearly hiding something. Was she really trustworthy?

"So?" Giselle pressed.

"I'll think it over."

"Alright."

***

as he tried to help her from the car and made

wondered what exactly Lysander's grandfather

reached the study door and raised

inside a name she hadn't

"...at the border...Lysander..."

Lysander? Were they talking

breath, trying to catch more. Suddenly,

solid-her forehead throbbed

man's deep, steady voice sounded above her, tinged with surprise. It was oddly

rubbed her forehead

She was taken aback.

black t- shirt, hair cropped short,

the rising star in the Montgomery family's military branch. Naturally, he'd visit often. Mila herself rarely came to the old

said, "Grandfather asked

man from inside, his

sidestepped Carrol-who stood like a mountain in the doorway-and entered. She approached the desk respectfully, where the elderly

"Grandfather," she greeted him.

the door and followed her

and you forget to call me Grandpa?"

didn't

hesitated, then gave in. "...Hello,

chuckled, eyes crinkling

forward and nodded to Marshall, who pulled

from a brass box

look-what do

the papers

P.n

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