I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 200

Having been with him for so many years, she had seen right through him.

A hypocritical mask hiding endless selfishness.

After saying that, Lyra suddenly shook her head.

"I must be out of my mind, wasting my time sitting here with you."

Of course, she had to admit one thing.

She truly wanted to know how Miles was doing.

And because of that, Maxwell had found an opening.

Lyra stood up and looked calmly at Maxwell. Regardless of how ugly his expression became, her gaze remained thoroughly laced with sarcasm.

"You've always been capable of doing anything, so nothing you do surprises me anymore. But let me warn you right now—if you truly did something to hurt Miles, rest assured, I will never let you get away with it."

Leaving those words behind, Lyra turned and walked away.

Watching her retreating figure, his hands balled into tight fists under the table, his frustration boiling over into a suffocating rage.

It wasn't until Lyra was completely gone that he snapped back to reality.

He pulled out his phone and dialed his most recent contact.

It rang for a long time before connecting.

A lazy male voice came through the line, "Why are you calling me now? Didn't I tell you? Unless it's an emergency, stick to texts. Besides, I'm genuinely swamped right now and don't have time to waste on you. Spit it out."

"I need you to do something for me."

Maxwell's eyes were filled with absolute resolve.

"You have to be the one to do this, and no one else can find out."

"Fine. But this is the last time. Once this is done, we're even. Consider us strangers."

"Of course. But only if you execute this flawlessly, otherwise all bets are off."

A triumphant smile lingered on Maxwell's lips as he spoke.

He was fully prepared and absolutely certain of everything.

The man was too furious to argue further and could only grit his teeth and agree.

After hanging up, Maxwell's previous gloom vanished, and his expression relaxed completely.

His eyes gleamed with arrogant confidence, displaying an air of sheer, unadulterated triumph.

"Lyra, no matter what happens, you will only ever be mine. No one can ever steal you away from me."