Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 461

Thankfully, everything had been meticulously planned before she arrived.

She quickly collected herself and got down to business.

All she needed to do was follow the prearranged import contract for crude oil—raise the price a bit, trim the supply just enough. With her side controlling the supply line, she could afford to ignore most of the other party’s objections. After a round of back-and-forth, the deal was sealed.

In the end, the terms stayed within both parties’ acceptable limits, and everyone stood to profit—some more, some less. As the supplier, Mila was more than satisfied.

The dinner meeting was winding down.

Mila raised her cup of tea in a polite gesture.

On the other side, drinks were casual—Leonard and Cara each joined her for a glass of wine, but nothing more.

Their guests didn’t mind. It was common knowledge by now: the new chairwoman of Montgomery Holdings wasn’t fond of alcohol. When Chairman Sutherland first took over, there’d been plenty of attempts to pressure her—forcing drinks, playful hazing at dinners—but after a few botched deals and some stinging lessons, no one tried that anymore.

These days, at some partnership dinners, the more perceptive hosts didn’t even bother serving alcohol, offering fine tea instead, hoping to curry favor.

Mila herself didn’t really care. She wasn’t fond of drinking, but if others wanted to, that was their business. She had no habit of spoiling anyone’s fun.

In fact, companies that had worked with Montgomery Holdings for years found her approach much easier to accept. Compared to the previous chairman—who had a reputation for being ruthless and leaving nothing on the table—Chairman Sutherland always left a little room in negotiations, never stripping her partners bare.

At least she was reasonable.

Whatever others thought, the deal was done. Mila exchanged a few polite words, then, full of thoughts, was first to leave.

Outside, the city lights shimmered against the night.

Cara hurried after her. “Chairman Sutherland, there’s a business banquet at eight thirty tonight—half an hour from now—”

“Cancel it.”

Another banquet? Mila’s mind was scattered; she could barely get through this meeting with her composure intact. She waved Cara off and climbed into the car. On a second thought, she rolled down the window and called out, “You’ve worked hard on this project, Cara. I’ve sent you a bonus—and take a few days off to rest.”

As Leonard pulled away from the curb, Cara fished out her phone and counted the zeros in her bonus deposit, barely able to contain her excitement.

Working for Chairman Sutherland was definitely the right move!

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“Is something on your mind, Chairman Sutherland?” Leonard, in the driver’s seat, had noticed her distracted mood all day and finally spoke up.

Yeah. Something was definitely weighing on her.

Something absurd, actually.

If she said it out loud, people would think she’d lost her mind.

She didn’t even understand it herself. All it took was some offhand comment from Felicity—when she wasn’t even fully conscious—and Mila was suddenly paralyzed with fear. It made no sense.

She was never this timid.