NovelEnglishChapter 333 She had to get out-no matter what.
Her first instinct was to reach out to Forrest, but she hesitated. How could she possibly explain everything? She'd been the one to propose, listened to his confession, and yet somehow ended up in another man's bed.
Even if it hadn't been her choice, the guilt was still overwhelming.
Miranda was out of the question, too.
All she could do was turn to her great-aunt overseas.
Her great-aunt, Jade Sutherland, had fled their hometown years ago and settled in England. Mila had only reconnected with her after she herself escaped to study at Kingsford. But Jade's career had taken off-she was always busy, and their contact had been sporadic at best.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot long ago, when Mila's parents had shown up to pressure her into marriage, she'd thought about asking Jade for help. In the end, she'd held back, too afraid that her family would discover Jade's whereabouts and drag her back into their toxic web. Mila couldn't bear to ruin the hard-won freedom her aunt had fought for. She never imagined things would spiral this far out of control.
Now, with everything unraveled, Mila was willing to abandon her nearly completed studies and promising future at Northpoint University just to start over in England with Jade.
Lysander had lost his mind.
Given the choice between freedom and her future, she knew exactly where she stood. The only question was- could Jade get to her in time? Trying to suppress a flicker of hope and excitement, Mila recalled the code she'd memorized after days of furtive observation. She keyed it in and dialed.
The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. Eventually, it clicked over to voicemail.
Mila's face drained of color, her heart plummeting.
How could this be? The message was in English-not that it mattered, her English was flawless. The gist was that Jade was in the middle of designing a major gown commission and would be in seclusion for several months. Leave a message, and she'd get back when she could.
Of all the times...
Just then, the bathroom door creaked open. A tall figure loomed in the doorway, casting a shadow over her. His tone was cold, detached.
"There's something you might not know." He spoke slowly, almost conversationally. "I have a good relationship with the young prince of the British royal family. There's a royal gala coming up soon, and I recommended Ms. Jade Sutherland to design the Queen's gown. You know her, don't you? Designing for the Queen is no small matter. If she pulls this off, her reputation and brand will skyrocket." He knelt down, trailing his slender fingers through her hair, though his voice remained cool. "Why do you look so surprised? Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Mila glared at him, trembling with rage.
Before she could react, Lysander snatched her phone and dialed again—this time, Forrest's number. She lunged to grab it back, but the call had already connected.
A deep, authoritative male voice answered on the other end.
"Mr. Montgomery?" "Good evening, Mr. Whitmore." Lysander's tone turned gentle and polite. "Sorry to call so late. I just noticed Forrest hasn't been around campus lately. I was hoping to meet with him about his project I'm interested in investing if he has the time." There was a brief pause, then Mr. Whitmore replied, his hesitation gone. "He's been a bit tired lately-resting. I'll let him know when he wakes up." "Thank you, Mr. Whitmore." Lysander ended the call and immediately dialed another number-Miranda's. Once again, it wasn't Miranda who picked up.
Mila recognized the voice-it was Miranda's father, whom she'd met on a visit once. A kind, gentle man.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Lysander inquired after Miranda, her father sounded weary, half-asleep. "She's gone abroad for a trip-won't be back anytsoon. Whatever it is can wait until she returns." The line went dead. The bathroom was silent once more.
Mila, dressed in a white nightgown, collapsed to the floor, her eyes m vacant. After the floor, her eyes After a long moment, she began to laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks, unstoppable. Every last hope had been snuffed out by the man standing in front of her.
So merciless.
How could anyone be so cruel? Her composure shattered. In a sudden frenzy, she grabbed anything she could find and hurled it at him with all her strength.
"I hate you-l hate you! I wish you were dead!"
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A glass perfbottle struck his temple, blood trickling down his! But it was
nothing compared to the redness in his eyes as he gazed at her this girl screaming for his death. For a moment, even he felt dizzy. Had he really been wrong all along?
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