Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 489

"Easy."

Giselle grinned. "First, don't chase after her all the time-give her a taste of distance, just enough to make her anxious. But don't go so cold you push her away. It takes finesse. Just follow my lead. Trust me, it'll work."

...

The FM Group.

Forrest set his phone down, one eyebrow raised in mild surprise. He hadn't expected Giselle to be quite so... resourceful in this area. She sounded like someone who'd been through this before, though he couldn't say how useful her advice would actually be.

Truth be told, he didn't think much of half her suggestions. Some were questionable at best and could easily backfire. Still, there were a few worth trying.

And she did have a point.

But for him, the biggest payoff from working with Giselle had already been achieved. She claimed to understand Mila, but how could she possibly know her better than he did?

If there was one thing Mimi couldn't stand, it was betrayal and lies.

When it came to Lysander, Forrest didn't need to do much. All he had to do was give Mimi a discreet heads-up, and with her sharp instincts, she'd uncover the truth herself—and the resulting fury would be unstoppable. If, on the other hand, Mimi was left in the dark, and Lysander showed up later with excuses and apologies, maybe just maybe he'd stand a chance at redemption.

But if Mimi found out on her own, that was a whole different story. Forrest had already seized the advantage.

Lysander's downfall was inevitable.

Even if he came crawling back, there'd be no way to explain himself.

But taking Lysander out of the game wasn't Forrest's end goal. It was just a stepping stone-what he really wanted was Mimi.

give

get

his fingers,

...

"What?"

Forrest on the other end of the call, her mouth half-open, then let out a sigh. "That's

of their alliance. It was awkward, but, thinking about it, she supposed this was exactly the sort of thing Giselle would

Giselle to be so invested in all this. It

Forrest

After a

going to put on a show, we'd better

important thing was to keep Giselle from suspecting

"Don't

...

Early the next morning.

over what lay ahead. After some agonizing, she picked out a two-piece denim dress-a fresh, modern take

fabric was a pale blue denim, the skirt hem embroidered with a riot of colorful flowers. The fitted, short-sleeved top matched perfectly. Instead of her usual updo, she left her fong black hair neatly tied back in a low ponytail, letting

for messages, and stepped into

never seen Mila like this-poised and sharp, exuding a

his stare. She was too

a shadow. Ever since she'd learned the truth, every man in the Montgomery family had started to grate on her nerves-but for now, she kept

the car and gave the name

in a rush today. When they

gave a noncommittal