Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 561 "I was wondering the sthing," 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 tmy 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 cunder investigation for sshady 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? Forrest's brow furrowed. "We've been trying to track down the people who went after him that night. We traced them as far as outside Kingsford, but then their trail vanished at the border." Silence fell over the study.

Their eyes met, realization dawning at the stime.

"No way," Mila breathed, half incredulous. "The Harveys tried to go after the Lockwoods too?" Those two families weren't even on the slevel.

But then again, if they dared to make a move on the Montgomerys, what were the Lockwoods to them? The Harveys had no limits.

Especially back then, with the Lockwoods under investigation and plenty of vultures circling, waiting to grab a piece when the empire crumbled. Cto think of it, she and Miranda's little rescue might have tipped the scales back then.

And Roland? After all that, he still schemed against her best friend! Forced marriage, seriously? She cursed him under her breath, then circled back to the point. "Are you sure?" his head. "If I was, I'd Forrest shook his have told you sooner. Honestly, I only remembered because you brought it up. We only recently traced the trail to the borderIf¶t's this hard to investigate, odds are someone's protecting those people. Still, there's no proof it's the sgroup. And the Harveys weren't on the suspect list for the Lockwood attack." "But we can work backwards, right?" Mila suggested. "If we can't get anywhere with the hitman angle, this is at least a lead. Let's assit's them and see what turns up. If it's not, we move on. Worth a shot." "Let's give it a try," Forrest agreed, already pulling out his phone to send a message.

When he finished, he noticed Mila watching him, lost in thought. Remembering their moment on the balcony earlier, he couldn't help but smile He walked around the desk, bracing himself on the edge,teaning over the chair where she sat, still distracted.

"Mimi." "After all the help I've given you, don't I deserve a reward?"

His shadow fell over her. She didn't have to ask to know what he wanted. She could tell he was teasing, but her indignation was half-hearted. "Is this really how you ask?" She said it, but she was used to Forrest's directness by now.

The engagement party was right around the corner.

Her cheeks still warmed, but she was learning to live with this new dynamic. After only a moment's hesitation, she grabbed Forreston et collar and gave it a gentle tug Maybe she misjudged her own strength, or maybe Forrest let her, but the distance between them vanished in an instant.

Too close.

The seat suddenly felt too small, Forrest's upper body covering most of it. Mila found herself pressed back against the chaff, pinned with nowhere to go. Even with the air conditioner running, the heat radiating off him was impossible to ignore. Her heart pounded in her ears.

Thunder in her chest.

"Mimi." Forrest's voice was low, eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at her, waiting.

His voice reached her before his touch did, sending a shiver through her, her ears burning hot. She didn't back away. Instead, she leaned in, way slender arms slipping around his neck, tilting her face up toward his. The door slammed open.

Startled, Mila's body jerked-but before she could turn, Forrest pulled her firmly into his arms.

"It's okay," he murmured.