Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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."

***

courtyard. Mila ignored Leonard's outstretched hand as he tried to help her from the car and

wondered what exactly Lysander's grandfather wanted

she reached the study door and raised her hand

from inside a name she hadn't expected to hear. Her hand

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

Were they

felt off. Mila instinctively held her breath, trying to catch more. Suddenly, the door swung open, and before she

something solid-her forehead throbbed at

you doing here?" A man's deep, steady voice sounded above her, tinged with surprise. It was oddly

rubbed her forehead and looked

She was taken aback.

a fitted black t- shirt, hair cropped short, his

retired from the military, and Carrol was now the rising star in the Montgomery family's military branch. Naturally, he'd visit often. Mila herself rarely came to the old house, so it

said, "Grandfather asked

called the old man from inside, his voice still strong despite

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

"Grandfather," she greeted him.

the door and

Lysander's off somewhere and you forget to call

man didn't even look

gave

chuckled, eyes crinkling with

and nodded to Marshall, who pulled a stack

a brass box

a look-what do you

the papers with

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