Chapter 222

Chapter 222:
Seeing what was happening was too much for Lambert. He sighed, and the corners of his lips twitched.
Greyson, however, had no intention of stopping. Coldly, he prodded Candice, “What’s wrong? Is this something you can’t do as my wife? Or do these men make you feel awkward?”
Those words pushed Candice over the edge.
She dropped the fork she had been holding with a snap.
The silence in the room made the sharp sound of the fork hitting the plate even more audible. Lambert’s heartbeat quickened for a moment.
What the heck! This was about to turn into a real problem! It was clear that Greyson’s motive for provoking Candice was to get under Milton’s skin. Candice didn’t want to cause trouble for Milton, so she had put up with it for this long. But it was well known that Milton had a short temper. A fight was about to break out!
When Candice had had enough, Milton spoke up, “Seems like a bad time for dinner. Unfortunately, I have other business to attend to. That means I must go.”
With that statement, he rose and handed Greyson his steak—cut exactly as Greyson liked it.
Without another glance, Milton turned and walked out.
Lambert had no idea that Milton had cut the steak for Greyson in Candice’s place. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet and scanned the area. He couldn’t afford to lose either Milton’s or Greyson’s partnership, so he had to tread carefully to avoid offending either of them. Smiling, he said, “I must follow Mr. Lopez, Mr. Harman. The bill has been fully paid by me. Please, enjoy yourselves.”
With that, he quickly left the box and followed Milton.
It felt like escaping from hell—just a moment in the box’s gloomy confines was unbearable for him.
Meanwhile, Milton headed toward the elevator.
After stepping inside, he slammed the button for the first floor.
He glanced out the elevator just in time to see Lambert coming toward him, calling out, “My apologies, Mr. Lopez. Truly, I had no idea.”
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Without engaging further, Milton replied coldly, “It’s not your fault. It has nothing to do with you.”
Once the large elevator doors closed, Milton was alone.
His deep-seated rage had reached a breaking point. He pounded the elevator wall, gouging a deep mark into the shiny metal. Suddenly, the elevator alarm sounded, its piercing tone filling the confined space.
Milton’s chest heaved as he ignored the noise.
He was feeling more than just anger toward Candice—he also felt sorrow for her.
He pitied her for being deceived and mistreated.
Yet, he was angry with her too.
When she was with Greyson, she did everything for him but rarely smiled or showed him any attention.
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