Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 561

“I was wondering the same thing,” Forrest chuckled, his tone low and amused. “All this time, I thought she was going all out for the Montgomery family—or maybe for Lysander himself. Turns out, her ambitions are a whole lot bigger than we imagined.”

Bigger was an understatement.

Utterly insane, more like.

Scheming against the Montgomery family? That was next-level.

Was this Lysander being reckless, inviting a wolf into his own home? Or was it Giselle being wildly overconfident? Or maybe they were both in on it, one willing, one complicit? Who knew.

All those Falcon Technologies shares—Lysander had handed them to her himself.

No way he didn’t know.

Or did he turn a blind eye?

Was he really that naïve?

……

“So, what’s the plan? Report this to headquarters?” Forrest’s gaze lingered on Mila’s shifting expression before he finally asked.

Mila hesitated, just for a second.

She barely had to think before she shook her head.

“This is their problem. The project was brought to the table by Randall McKenna, and the board approved it unanimously. If they’re so eager to see it through, let them.”

If she’d known from the start what Giselle was really after, she wouldn’t have bothered trying to stop them so many times.

Let them tear each other apart.

She could sit back and benefit from the fallout.

She wasn’t in any rush to deal with Giselle now. In fact, she was almost hoping she’d pull off this project—she was dying to see Lysander’s face when he found out. The Harvey family’s appetite for power was terrifying; did they not worry about biting off more than they could chew?

A little chaos among these sharks was exactly what she wanted.

Mila’s brow relaxed.

She pushed her laptop aside. “No need to act just yet. Once the project’s done, we get proof they hired a hitman, then we go to the authorities.”

“Still haven’t found it?” Forrest asked.

Mila nodded, then shook her head.

He frowned. “What’s up?”

“I’ve found a few things, but nothing that would bring them all down,” Mila admitted, her expression odd. “We need solid evidence they paid for a hit—especially that incident at the border. But every time my people get close, the trail goes cold. Someone’s interfering.”

“The border, huh?”

Forrest pondered this, then suddenly seemed to remember something. His eyes sharpened. “Wait. Do you remember, about a year ago, when you and Miranda rescued Roland Lockwood?”

“Of course.” The memory was clear as day.

The Lockwood family had come under investigation for some shady business, and right in the middle of it, Roland was attacked. That night, Miranda had practically stumbled into him, saving him after he’d been shot. That’s where the whole mess between those two started—a complicated knot that was still unraveling.

But why bring it up now?