Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 139

Historically, whenever the energy in their clique dipped, offering Willow up for slaughter was a guaranteed crowd-pleaser. The moment her name was dropped, everyone would exchange knowing smirks, and the ridicule would flow like wine.

Leaning back in his chair, Seth deployed his usual cruel tone. "Does anyone know which rock Willow crawled under? Now that she's been exiled from Sinclair Group, she probably can't even afford groceries. I bet she's just locked in her apartment, crying her eyes out all day."

He chuckled at his own joke, waiting for the chorus of laughter.

Instead, dead silence blanketed the room.

Lucas Lane stared at his glass, refusing to engage. Lately, whenever Willow's name came up, his mind involuntarily flashed to her striking amber eyes, and a strange, suffocating tightness gripped his chest. Unable to explain the sudden guilt, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Hugo Harrington, as usual, ignored the bait. In fact, Seth's cruelty genuinely disgusted him. He was the only one in the room who knew Willow had already secured a new job—though he didn't know the specifics—but he had zero desire to share that information with this pack of wolves.

Julian also remained terrifyingly silent. Ever since he had seen Willow's stunning physical transformation, a tectonic shift had occurred in his psyche. The sadistic thrill he used to get from tearing her down had completely evaporated. It just wasn't fun anymore.

Seeing the heavy hitters of the group ice Seth out, Vivienne wisely held her tongue. She desperately wanted to join the pile-on, but she wasn't about to stick her neck out if the men weren't participating.

The suffocating silence left Seth stranded. He let out a nervous, strained laugh. "What's the matter with you guys? Why is everyone acting like someone died? Did you all get hexed or something?"

Still, no one engaged.

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