Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 448

Headquarters Office.

After skimming the new project proposal and Giselle Harvey's Al Automation Coverage Plan on her desk, Mila Sutherland pushed the papers back toward Randall McKenna and, for the second time, gave a firm, unambiguous answer.

"No."

"Mr. McKenna, I've told you a dozen times—your team just doesn't have the technical backing for this project. No matter how you tweak the proposal, it's a money pit. Are you out of your mind? Can't you find something better to do?"

Her tone was edged with impatience.

As a major shareholder who'd given years to the company, Mila tried not to sound too harsh, but Randall's stubbornness was beyond reason. She was reaching her limit.

Had Giselle put some kind of spell on him? Or was he just being an idiot?

"But you can see for yourself, this project has real potential. It's worth giving a shot-we could start with a small investment, see how it goes, and then..."

Randall barely got the words out before his phone vibrated on the desk. He glanced at the screen, intending to ignore it, but after reading the message, he muttered a quick apology to Mila and stepped out to take the call.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Mila waved Cara in to tidy up the scattered paperwork and glanced at the clock on the wall. Just a little longer and she could leave to pick up Adrian Montgomery from school.

She actually had a free evening for once. Maybe she'd take Adrian out for dinner -do something fun together.

It had been a while since she'd spent any real time with her son. Now that she was finally back in the country, she needed to make up for lost time. Pulling out her phone, she started searching for kid-friendly activities around town.

in, his face thunderous as he glared at her. "Chairman Sutherland, if you don't like me or my proposals, just say so. You don't need to resort to these underhanded tricks or take it out

Mila blinked. "Excuse me?"

out on

her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but Randall was already storming out, practically slamming the door off

Randall exited, calm as ever. "Chairman Sutherland, the school just called. There's been

"What?"

...

"What happened exactly?"

on the way to the school, Mila leaned forward from the back seat, questioning Leonard as he

family and Leonard. After all, Adrian was the only heir to the

wasn't usually worried. But now-what on earth had happened? An argument? A

basics," Leonard replied, eyes on the road. "Didn't

turned serious, so I called you right away. Not sure

regular thing?"

don't think so,"

think so?" Mila's

done well in school-good grades, popular, no complaints from the staff. As for himself... he sometimes tells me he doesn't want to go to

want to go to

abroad. Was it more than just a desire

all the usuab worries. But Adrian wasn't the type to let people walk all

just like his father, and Mila couldn't deny it: not just the looks, but the stubborn streak too. If someone really crossed him, he'd say something. So was

point speculating. Mila urged Leonard to drive faster. They needed to get to

...

Sunnybrook Elementary.