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."

***

Bentley Continental rolled into the courtyard. Mila ignored Leonard's outstretched hand as he tried to help her from the car and made her way down the corridor

what exactly Lysander's grandfather wanted with

and raised her

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

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

they talking about

his grandson with someone? But something about the tone felt off. Mila instinctively held her breath, trying to catch

solid-her forehead throbbed

are you doing here?" A man's deep, steady voice sounded above her, tinged

her forehead

She was taken aback.

in a fitted black t- shirt, hair cropped short, his sharp features and piercing dark eyes fixed on her. Why

in the Montgomery family's military branch. Naturally, he'd visit often. Mila herself rarely came to the old house, so it was understandable

she said, "Grandfather asked me to

old man from inside, his voice still strong

approached the desk respectfully, where the elderly gentleman was busy writing in

"Grandfather," she greeted him.

the door and

you forget to

didn't even

then gave

chuckled, eyes crinkling with amusement.

and nodded to Marshall, who

box and handed it

look-what do you

the papers

P.n

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