Lucas glanced at Tiffany “See any others you like? We’ll wrap them all up later.”
Tiffany’s mile lit up with sweetness “Lucas, thank you.”
Their affectionate exchange was obvious to everyone. Lucas intentions couldn’t be clearer. He was doing all of this for Tiffany.
As long as Tiffany wastedit. Evelyn–even as his legal wife—had to step aside.
Evelyn’s expression finally went cold. She low, without a doubt, that going up against Lucas meant she didn’t stand a chance,
livet jone around was now looking at her. And just as expected, they began to shake their heads.
Evelyn walked over. “Out of everyone you could’ve competed with, why Tiffany? With Mr. Grant standing right here, do you think he’d ever let her leave appointed? To him, challenging Tiffany was asking for humiliation.
it, you can always bring your bind here and have him fight for it.” Flynn sneered
He had been genuinely surprised when Evelyn pot married.
Back then, he had a good impression of her, the was beautiful, calm, and composed. He had always thought she was a woman of substance and independent thinking, But then, out of nowhere, she got married
Worse yet, she willing up her career to me a housewife. Now the spent her days juggling men and kitchen duties. It felt she had completely given up on herself.
from that point on. Flynn’s admiration for her turned into disdain. As it turned out, she was no different from all those other women,
was nothing like Tiffany–highly educated, capable, and independent, never relying on a man. But Evelyn couldn’t care less about Flynn’s opinion. Still, in der iconic. Her and Wasn’t he standing right there, during on another woman?
Just then, Justine came down from the fourth floor. She saw Flynn trying to provoke Evelyn again and stormed over. “What’s your problem now?”
Evelyn held her handand finally gave Flynn a cold glance. “We don’t have any personalties, Mr. Scort. So please, stay out of my business–it don’t concern you.”
the wasn’t someone to be pushed around the pur chose to be courteous when appropriate. But if someone crossed the line, she wouldn’t tolerate it.
Flynn
He didn’t expect the usually mild–tempered Evelyn to be so blunt. For a moment, he didn’t even know how to react
When he finally did, his expression turned even more disdainful. It was as he expected. Compared to Tittany, Evelyn really lacked grace. She couldn’t even handle a single honest remark and was just deluding herself, as usual
Evelyn and Justine moved to the lounge area. Evelyn briefly explained what had just happened.
Justine took a deep breath, her face darkening “Does Lucas not care whether this hurts you? You were married! Doesn’t that mean anything to him? Why does he always go for your sore
Was this how someone treated their former spouse? someone didn’t know better, they would think he hated her on purpose. It was as if watching her hurt was so
some twisted form of
Evelyn lowered here. The painting was signed by Millie, after all. She had no solid grounds to fight for it–especially with Lucas backing Tiffany
She would have to find another way around it. She honestly didn’t understand. They had signed the divorce papers, so why couldn’t he just let things end peacefully? But then it hit her. This wasn’t about him holding a grades against her. It was about Tiffany.
had stepped into Tiffany’s lane–threatened her interests. Lucas wouldn’t allow anyone to mess with Tiffany Still, she had to get to the bottom of that painting Later, Evelyn went to the restroom to gather her thoughts. Just as she was about to enter, a figure appeared behind her, blocking most of the light.
She looked up and locked eyes with Lucas He glanced at her, noticed her calm expression, and walked over to wash his hands
After drying them off, he turned to leave. Evelyn instinctively called out, “Wait. –
Before she could finish, bet foot slipped on a lipstick someone had dropped. She lost her balance and fell toward him. She thought for sure he would let her fall.
But Lucas teached out and caught her firmly in his hands. He helder without hesitation and didn’t let go right away.
He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. He said indifferently, “Throwing yourself at me won’t help. I’m still not giving you the painting.
