Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 474

Though anger still simmered in his chest, Eugene hadn’t forgotten why he’d come. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he sat down, ignoring the wine on the table and picking up the tablet instead.

The screen displayed the information he’d requested earlier.

Every detail was there—who Mila had met with yesterday, her entire conversation with Forrest, even her heated argument with Sophia. It was all spelled out in painstaking clarity.

He barely had time to mock Forrest’s hopeless infatuation or feel outrage at Sophia’s extremes; the first thing that struck Eugene was a creeping sense of unease. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, eyes sharpened as he fixed them on Johnnie. “You’ve been spying on her, haven’t you?”

All he had wanted was to know who his sister had seen the day before yesterday, hoping to deduce who might have harmed her. But this information was far too exhaustive—it even included direct quotes from their conversations.

This went well beyond the bounds of any ordinary investigation.

“Spying?” Johnnie chuckled, shaking his head. “We don’t do that kind of thing.”

“So you have someone planted near her?” Eugene pressed, not believing a word, his expression dark as he waved the tablet in his hand. “Then how else do you know exactly what she said?”

“That’s just what we do,” Johnnie replied with a placid smile. “But as for bugging or planting someone, that’s just not possible—not with the Montgomery family watching her like a hawk. You more than anyone should know that. They’ve got her locked down tight; nobody can get close.”

Of course Eugene knew.

A year ago, he could still occasionally sneak a peek into his sister’s affairs. But after Lysander’s accident abroad, no matter what he tried, every thread about his sister vanished into a black hole—sealed off and encrypted, completely out of reach.

Which was precisely why he’d turned to Johnnie for help.

But the results had been almost too perfect—more thorough than he could have imagined. He couldn’t begin to fathom how Johnnie had managed to get such detailed intel under these circumstances... and Johnnie didn’t even bother to hide it from him.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his heart grew.

“So, do you believe us now?” Johnnie asked with a faint smile.

“What do you want with her?” Eugene shot back.

“Nothing,” Johnnie said easily. “She’s never been our target. And anyway, wasn’t it you who asked for this information in the first place?”

“But you met with her,” Eugene insisted, not letting it go.

“Oh, that.” Johnnie’s tone was breezy and casual, utterly unruffled. “I needed an excuse to come here, but couldn’t get too far from the Montgomerys. Turns out there was a matchmaking event going on—so I just used that as a pretext, nothing more.”

“Matchmaking?” Eugene frowned, clearly displeased.

“It doesn’t matter,” Johnnie smiled. “Don’t worry. It was just a pretext. I have no interest in her—no intention of hurting her, either.”

Eugene fell silent for a moment, then asked, “Then what do you want? What’s your goal?”

“You really don’t know?” Johnnie looked genuinely surprised. “Of course, it’s to bring you and your mother home. The professor’s been longing for you both, but the Montgomerys have always stood in the way...”