Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 496

“I think we’d better call it off,” Effie said. “My ankle’s fine now, and everyone’s already made their plans. If we postpone at the last minute, it’ll just throw everything into chaos.”

Lyman shrugged. “Chaos? Hardly. To cheer everyone up, the company will hand out a bonus. That should soothe any wounded feelings.”

Effie fell silent. How nice it must be to have that kind of money.

That night, when the cancellation notice went out, people were a little disappointed at first. But when they saw how generous the bonus was, the group chat instantly came alive. Suddenly, everyone was singing Lyman’s praises, calling him the best boss ever—practically lifting him onto a pedestal.

Lyman, unfazed, put down his phone and glanced at Effie.

She was still busy texting Shirley.

Shirley wanted to know why the event had been canceled.

Effie hesitated, embarrassed to admit it was because of her injury.

Before she could come up with a reply, Lyman plucked the phone from her hands and tossed it aside. “It’s late. Are you planning to stay up all night? What are you, a panda?”

Effie gave a little yelp, rubbing her eyes. “Am I going to end up with dark circles?”

Lyman’s lips curled in a faint smile. “Not yet. But if you don’t go to bed soon, who knows?”

Effie dove under the covers. “Alright, I’m going to sleep.”

…

Mitchell thought it was strange too. Was Effie’s mask really that effective, or was it just the placebo effect with Adeline and her friends? And where had Effie even gotten it?

Things between him and Effie weren’t exactly amicable these days. If he asked her for more, she’d probably just say no.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said.

Just then, a new voice chimed in from his phone. “Mitchell, my dad’s company just developed a new overnight mask with great results for dark spots. You could let your aunt try some,” Suzan Bagnold suggested.

That’s when Mitchell remembered—he was still on a video call with Suzan. He’d been half-listening, but Suzan was clearly enjoying herself.

She went on, “If Effie’s masks don’t even have a manufacturer’s label, they’re basically unregulated. Honestly, she’s got guts—handing out something that hasn’t been tested or approved. What if someone’s skin had a reaction?”