I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 100

She seemed to be on a phone call.

While Lyra was intrigued, she had no real desire to eavesdrop on someone else's drama.

But just as she took a step toward the exit, a deep male voice echoed from the hallway.

"As it stands, I'm highly satisfied with Maxwell's proposal, and I'm very interested in investing. However, let me be perfectly clear. I don't gamble on uncertainties. Before I sign anything, I need a rock-solid guarantee that I'll see a return on my investment within six months. Only then will I inject the second round of capital and finalize the equity transfer."

The man sounded to be in his thirties, his tone dripping with corporate authority.

Maxwell's proposal.

Investing.

Hearing those two explosive keywords in the same sentence, Lyra instantly connected the dots.

No wonder Maxwell had the nerve to walk away from the Sterling empire; he had already secured his safety net.

He and Aria truly were a match made in hell.

"Understood, thank you so much for your trust! Just one more thing... I'd like to ask a personal favor. Regarding our shared history abroad, could you please keep that a secret from him?"

The cautious, almost pleading edge in her voice was impossible to miss.

Lyra sighed silently, suddenly regretting her trip to the restroom.

She really should have just walked away when she had the chance.

The two people outside were still talking, and though they kept their voices down, the acoustics of the hallway made every word crystal clear.

"Abroad? Did something happen between us?"

"No, of course not."

"In that case, I'll be heading back to the table. I still need to iron out a few long-term expansion details with Mr. Sterling."

"You go ahead, I'll join you guys in a minute."

Her voice was naturally shrill, but right now, it practically shattered Lyra's eardrums.

"Lyra! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Her unhinged fury was practically radiating off her.

But thinking about it logically, it made perfect sense. Having your darkest secrets overheard was bad enough; having them overheard by your worst enemy was downright agonizing.

A wicked smirk curled Lyra's lips. "Do you own this hotel? What kind of logic dictates that just because you're here, no one else is allowed to be?"

Aria opened her mouth, struggling to find a comeback before stubbornly snapping back. "If you were in here, why didn't you say something or leave?! Eavesdropping on a private conversation is despicable!"

"Despicable?"

As if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world, Lyra's smirk widened into a radiant smile.

"Tell me, Aria, is eavesdropping despicable, or are the things you're doing behind closed doors a little worse?"