When Giselle’s voice rang out, a quiet chuckle echoed in the room. It seemed no one took her seriously as the legitimate Mrs. Montgomery.
This was typical behavior for the group, and Mila had long since stopped seeing them as people worth her attention. She ignored them, her gaze piercing straight through to Lysander.
She didn’t speak, just stared. She understood that Lysander had orchestrated this entire scenario to humiliate and disgust her. But she was beyond caring.
She had no intention of causing a scene; it would be undignified and messy.
Lysander, you know why I’m here. If you’re not willing to talk, then let’s just end this, she said, her voice steady.
She was ready to let everything collapse if it meant protecting her friends from being threatened or humiliated because of her.
Mila had reached her current position not by relying on a family that would sooner devour her than support her, but through the steadfast help of her friends.
If Lysander intended to use her friends against her, she was prepared to bring everything crashing down.
She might not rival the vast power of Montgomery Holdings, but pushed to her limits, she could make Lysander feel the pain. She just needed to be willing to take the leap.
Mila stood her ground, though her shoes edged slightly toward the door.
Lysander’s eyes, sharp and calculating, darkened as his expression hardened. The room fell silent.
He looked at Mila, standing defiantly in the doorway in her pristine white coat, her eyes fierce and resolute. Suddenly, he laughed.
In just a few days, his wife’s spirit had grown remarkably. She dared to threaten him.
Growing impatient, Giselle urged Leonard at the door, Leonard, why are you just standing there? Get her out!
Leonard remained immobile. He only took orders from Lysander. Even though Giselle was the intended Mrs. Montgomery, she had no authority over him.
The room’s occupants shared her surprise. They didn’t expect the once quiet and reticent Mila to display such strength, nor did they anticipate Lysander’s indulgence of her this time.
It was quite a spectacle.
Lysander cast a glance around the room, his tone indifferent, Everyone, move to the next room for now.
Turning to Giselle, he added, I’ll come to you once we’re finished.
Giselle wanted to pout and protest, but one look into Lysander’s deep, enigmatic eyes, and her resolve evaporated.
An angry Lysander was not someone to provoke.
As Giselle left, she deliberately bumped into Mila’s shoulder, only for Mila to sidestep effortlessly, causing Giselle to stumble. Fortunately, someone caught her, but not before Mila was shoved by one of Giselle’s friends, causing her to hit the doorframe.