“A driver? That’s quite unimpressive." Harvey adjusted his glasses, revealing a smirk.He initially intended to maintain his gentlemanly facade, but Ethan had tested his patience, especially when he realized Ethan’s partner, Londyn, was far more beautiful than his own Ceridwen.A natural male jealousy sprouted, and Harvey could no longer mask his true colors.Ethan, however, responded with a soft chuckle: "What do you consider a promising future?”The room fell silent, and whispers filled the air.Ceridwen looked peeved. She wasn't expecting a comeback. With a haughty glare, she retorted: "Wondering what constitutes a promising future?”She then unveiled a glass case, and as everyone saw its contents, gasps echoed.“This... isn’t this the Hotan Jade ‘Peach Celebrating Longevity’ set that the international jeweler, Weaver Weatherall, has been advertising?”“My God! I recall it being priced at more than 3 million!”“More so, I thought it wasn’t even released to the public yet. How did y
In the grand halls of intrigue and whispers, the three of them were keenly aware that the pendant was a mere imitation, the very crux of Ceridwen's stratagem.The looming 50th birthday celebration of Calliope, it was anticipated that every guest had procured gifts beforehand.The previous eve, Ceridwen intentionally beckoned Lily to her abode, her ulterior motive being to uncover the nature of the gift the Londyn household had prepared.Notably, the mystery lay in what Ethan had possibly prepared.Upon sighting the gift, she immediately requested Lily to capture a comprehensive video of the scene.Furthermore, she summoned an expert forger from Southeast Asia, who tirelessly toiled through the night, creating a counterfeit so impeccable that it was almost indistinguishable from the genuine article.The idea of having Lily swap out the gift the night before had indeed crossed her mind, yet...Considering the priceless nature of the item, there was a likelihood that Ethan's people might
In the heart of the grand Edward estate, Calliope took each step with deliberation, approaching Ethan with grace and intensity. With a pronounced clink, she flung a necklace onto the table before him, the glint of the silver chain catching the dim candlelight.Every word dripped with icy resolve: "If the appraiser arrives and exposes your deceit before everyone, you will lose all face!""Do not presume that my position prevents me from giving you one last chance." she said, her eyes cold."On one knee, pour tea for the three of us, apologize sincerely, and perhaps I, Calliope, may overlook this slight.""And if not?"She was cut off by Ethan, who swiftly rose from his chair, standing tall at 1.88 meters, towering a head above Calliope, instantly diminishing her commanding presence."What will you do then?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.His sudden assertiveness left Calliope momentarily stunned, her words caught in her throat."Enough!" Interrupted Londyn, unable to sit qu
From the moment Toshan Bailey was imprisoned, the realm of New Hanbok was riddled with a tapestry of intricate events both grand and minute. Whispers and hushed plans were in the making among the prominent families. Most notably, the illustrious houses of Bailey and Byner found themselves intertwined in these whispered tales. Alas, both houses mourned the loss of their sons, taken from them in the span of a single, fateful night. On this sun-drenched afternoon, a clandestine meeting led by the Byner lineage was orchestrated with a clear target - the house of Edwards, or to put it more pointedly, young Ethan himself. The Byner patriarch, the father of Edsel Steve, finally put down the phone after only a brief conversation. Philip Bailey, standing tall in front of him, could no longer mask his impatience, his voice dripping with disdain: "This lowborn scoundrel, my family, the Baileys, can dispose of him in the blink of an eye! You summoned me here today for this trifling matter?"
She had previously heard from Londyn and Basil, complaints that even though they shared a room, this man seldom cast a glance in Londyn’s direction. That revelation had stunned her immensely. After all, Londyn was the famously beautiful CEO of New Hanbok. Merely her presence on the streets guaranteed an almost 99.98% chance of turning heads! Today, Scarlet couldn't believe it! While she did admit that her beauty couldn't rival that of Londyn, she was nonetheless the campus hot girl, endowed with an exquisite physique! In a murmur to herself, she vowed that the man would be defeated the moment he dared to sneak a glance at her collar. Ha ha~ Once inside Londyn's Maserati, as soon as Scarlet announced the destination, the car soared like an arrow. Throughout the drive, the car’s speed was exhilaratingly high. Scarlet felt increasingly tense, but she never missed an opportunity to stealthily observe the man beside her. Yet, from beginning to end, he simply drove with an icy deta
At this, Scarlet took a sharp intake of breath. She thought that Ethan was indeed fearless, but now he was doomed. Although he was her bodyguard for the day, he was still the husband of her close friend. How could she allow him to brawl like this? If something untoward happened to him, how would she explain it to Londyn? So she hurriedly grabbed Ethan's arm and screamed: "We need to run now!" Victoria also frowned, readying herself for a swift departure. Ethan cast a fleeting smile and remarked: "Are you certain you must flee?" No sooner had he spoken than Scarlet felt a sudden void in her grasp. Turning around, she was taken aback to realize that Ethan had already maneuvered his way amidst the crowd. In but a brief moment, he had subdued them all! Victoria and Scarlet stood, utterly astounded, their eyes wide and jaws agape. "Whoever hired him as a bodyguard knew what they were doing... He fights so skillfully…" Victoria stammered. Scarlet, too consumed with shock to respo
“In summary, negotiate all you want about compensation or anything else. I can pay or show respect, but absolutely don't lay a finger on the ones in the truck!” “Understood?” Recognition dawned on Victoria; this was Mr. Thompson's private car. Who was Mr. Thompson? He was the undisputed king of New Hanbok, able to shake its very foundations with a mere stomp! Yet Ethan's demeanor remained relaxed, his reply absent as he chuckled. Quickly, the occupants of the pickup entered the club. Few in number, perhaps five or six, but each of them was robust, carrying themselves with an undeniable aura of fierce authority. Compared to the muscular guards they dwarfed in stature and presence. At a glance, Ethan recognized the leader, the very man who had delivered a package to the Edwards' residence earlier. Obviously, his true identity wasn't that of a mere delivery man. Seeing the newcomers, Sis Verity straightened, regaining her composure as she warmly greeted: "Mr. Matthew.” The man
Despite the hurdles, matters eventually concluded. Mr. Matthew's men had beaten Andrew and sis Verity to an inch of their lives and usurped sis Verity's club management rights. Andrew was discarded in a narrow alleyway, managing with great difficulty to phone the Bailey family's head, Philip. Sis Verity was one of his few lifelines, given that he worked for the Bailey family. Naturally, after such a setback, he had to report to them. He held onto the hope that the Bailey family might intervene on his behalf. He relayed the entire series of events to Philip as soon as the call connected. However, much to his dismay, Philip's furious rebuke came swift and merciless! "Who told you to mess with Ethan now?" "From this point on, you have nothing to do with our Bailey family. Get lost!" Infuriated, Philip abruptly hangs up the phone and blocks the number. Just yesterday, he had been in negotiations with the Han and Jones families, agreeing to not lay a finger on Ethan until they had