Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 461

Thankfully, everything had been meticulously planned before she arrived.

She quickly collected herself and got down to business.

All she needed to do was follow the prearranged import contract for crude oil- raise the price a bit, trim the supply just enough. With her side controlling the supply line, she could afford to ignore most of the other party's objections. After a round of back-and-forth, the deal was sealed.

In the end, the terms stayed within both parties' acceptable limits, and everyone stood to profit—some more, some less. As the supplier, Mila was more than satisfied.

The dinner meeting was winding down.

Mila raised her cup of tea in a polite gesture.

On the other side, drinks were casual-Leonard and Cara each joined her for a glass of wine, but nothing more.

Their guests didn't mind. It was common knowledge by now: the new chairwoman of Montgomery Holdings wasn't fond of alcohol. When Chairman Sutherland first took over, there'd been plenty of attempts to pressure her-forcing drinks, playful hazing at dinners-but after a few botched deals and some stinging lessons, no one tried that anymore.

These days, at some partnership dinners, the more perceptive hosts didn't even bother serving alcohol, offering fine tea instead, hoping to curry favor.

Mila herself didn't really care. She wasn't fond of drinking, but if others wanted to, that was their business. She had no habit of spoiling anyone's fun.

In fact, companies that had worked with Montgomery Holdings for years found her approach much easier to accept. Compared to the previous chairman—who had a reputation for being ruthless and leaving nothing on the table-Chairman Sutherland always left a little room in negotiations, never stripping her partners bare.

At least she was reasonable.

Whatever others thought, the deal was done. Mila exchanged a few polite words, then, full of thoughts, was first to leave.

Outside, the city lights shimmered against the night.

after her. "Chairman Sutherland, there's a business banquet

"Cancel it."

rolled down the window and called out, "You've worked hard on this project, Cara. I've sent you a bonus-and take a few days off to rest."

Chairman Sutherland was

...

your mind, Chairman Sutherland?" Leonard,

all day

Something was definitely weighing

Something absurd, actually.

she said it out loud, people

didn't even understand it herself. All it took was some offhand comment from Felicity-when she wasn't even fully conscious-and

with fear. It made

never this

finally managing to fall asleep, Mila had a nightmare. First, she dreamt of a Roman banquet Lysander taking a bullet for her collapsing onto a floor strewn with roses, blood blooming around him as his breath faded away... Then she saw a hand reaching out from a grave, Lysander himself, caked in mud and blood, dragging himself out and grabbing her by the

jolted awake, drenched in

strangeness she'd been ignoring for so long was suddenly sharper than ever. Something felt

"Mom?"

been sleeping beside her,

avoidance—either way, Mila hadn't dared spend the night alone. She'd been too scared to visit the old

Now she regretted it.

faint glow of the nightlight, she looked at her son's eyes—so much like his father's, sly and sharp.

Mommy just has something

She turned and left.

in moments. Milà, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. She wandered the hallway in her

couldn't go