Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 572

Conrad still ended up bringing Felicity inside.

As soon as they appeared, a ripple of unease spread through the guests. Many had come just to see if the recent rumors were true-after all, the two families supposedly locked in an ugly feud had both shown up in full force.

If things really had fallen apart between them, why would the Montgomerys come to this celebration at all?

People couldn't stop speculating: What on earth was going on between these two families?

Scattered across the lawn, guests waited for the engagement party to begin, each lost in their own thoughts. Some who were on friendly terms with Conrad tried to get a straight answer from him, but he brushed them off with a few perfunctory lines.

Clearly, he wasn't interested in talking.

"Didn't expect to find you with so much free time, Mr. Ayers." After sidestepping a handful of nosy questions, Conrad led Felicity over to greet Townsend.

He could dismiss most people easily, but the old gentleman was different-he couldn't be ignored. A greeting was the least he could offer.

Mr. Ayers and the Montgomerys were old acquaintances, so he didn't snub him. With a wry smile, he answered, "Just here to see an old friend's protégé. But you? Did you come just to stir the pot?"

After all, neither of the soon-to-be newlyweds had any love lost with the Montgomery family. Showing up here was just asking to be unwelcome.

Conrad could only shake his head inwardly.

He was definitely going to give Lysander a piece of his mind once this was over. What a disaster of an idea-he'd made a complete fool of himself today! He never should have listened to him.

Outwardly, though, Conrad kept his smile. "An old friend's protégé? Who could possibly have the pull to bring you out here?"

Townsend glanced at Forrest, who was on stage addressing the crowd with Mila at his side, and chuckled. "Tyrell, that old scoundrel. Lazing about and making me haul these old bones out here..."

Conrad was taken aback.

Forrest was Tyrell's student?

engagement party for the younger generation. There was no real need for heavy hitters to show up, unless Mr.

Conrad, and he asked, "Has Mr. Ayers settled on that aerospace

the other guests, his question was

focused heavily on smart tech research, but they certainly dabbled and kept a close eye on strategic developments-especially

were conservative in action, but

Townsend didn't seem surprised.

a sidelong glance. "Why, are

self-deprecating laugh. “Besides, I'm practically retired. But if you're looking for investors,

the project. The higher-ups were

out

about the Montgomerys' financial clout. "If I let you invest, and the project succeeds, will it still be mine? Or will it end up stamped

Montgomerys were a cunning bunch. Could they really be

"We're all

Townsend just snorted.

tone shifted, and he sighed.

talent. Shame you never let him pursue research at the institute...

gone before his

f.n

could I do? I only had the one kid.

was no one left to do the

chasing after money,"

smiled

knew the truth: the family business was only part of the reason Lysander was never allowed to pursue an academic career. In

another family member drifting into

went far enough, sooner or later it would touch

Given the Montgomerys' resources

influence, some