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Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 32. The Report of The Board Meeting
"You're here," Victorial voiced, immediately gazing at Alexander with her pleasurable eyes like a radiant sunrise breaking through a dark, stormy sky. However, her expression quickly sank into curiosity as Alexander's face was devoid of a smile or any hint of positive enthusiasm, like a barren desert devoid of life and color.Similarly, Davis shared Alexander's unfortunate experience, his face bearing a battered sadness as he continued to stare at his feet. He hadn't glanced at Isabella's face since he entered the mansion.If it were up to Isabella, she would have threatened to pour hot water on Davis and make him leave the mansion like a boiling volcano ready to erupt with fiery vengeance. But the situation they were in was much bigger than her own emotions, so she focused solely on her father."Leave us," Victorial ordered immediately, and every private chef who had assisted in arranging the dining for this supposed perfect evening left them alone."What happened? What did that bast
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 33. The Rush To The Hospital
"Mr. Alexander!" Davis called at the loudest volume of his voice, but if Alexander heard him, it was a lie.In the bathtub, water mixed with soap and antiseptic, and there lay Alexander, lifeless like a broken statue, robbed of all vitality and expression.Davis, confused about what to do at this moment, took three backward steps like a startled deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. The private security guards who rushed closely behind him faced the sight of the dead Alexander lying motionless in the bathtub.First, they carried him out of the bathtub and laid his drenched self on the ground. Then they examined him from head to toe and discovered that Alexander had caused his own death by slitting his wrist in the bathtub, leaving the whole floor and the whole bathtub bloody.The look on the private guards' faces was an expression of their inner question about what could have happened for their master to finally decide to take his own life.At this moment, it was evident t
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 34. At The Hospital
Convincing Sophia to unplug her headphones and finally follow Davis away from the beach house was as difficult as prying open a seashell sealed shut by the relentless grip of the ocean.However, mentioning that her grandparents had been hospitalized and that they needed her presence to feel better immediately shifted her thoughts like a sudden gust of wind swirling through a calm summer day, stirring up a whirlwind of questions and concern. and compelled her to follow Davis.Upon arriving at the hospital, Davis approached the receptionist's desk and said, "Hi, I'm Davis, and this is Sophia Rosewood. Her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Rosewood, were admitted here earlier today. Could we see them?""No, you can't. They are both in separate surgical rooms at the moment. You can wait for them in the waiting area. There is already an Isabella Rosewood there," the receptionist replied, her voice dripping with a mix of authority and empathy, like a symphony conductor directing the emotions of th
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 35. The News And Ethan
Suddenly, as the security guard whisked Sophia away, Isabella's eyes darted to the television in the waiting room like a startled cat. Her attention was instantly captured, and her gaze fixed on the screen with a mix of surprise and trepidation, as if a hidden truth about her was about to be reported. Since the time she walked into the waiting room, the television was there, but she didn't pay much mind to it because whatever was shown on it was not a thing of concern compared to the tragic present.But as she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be her own face on the screen, her focus snapped to it with a jolt of shock.Urgently, she tapped Davis, diverting his attention from the image of Isabella's face he had been transfixed on on his phone to look at the television screen. In unison, they rose from their seats and slowly approached the television, their footsteps heavy with anticipation."Where is the remote?" Isabella demanded, her voice laced with frustration. However, no one r
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 36. Davis Recklessness
"Good evening, Miss. We are here to see the patients brought here earlier, the Alexander Rosewoods?" Mr. Smith spoke to the two receptionists at the hospital desk, his voice as smooth as velvet.The receptionists, recognizing Ethan and Mr. Smith, couldn't help but show their affectionate side, like avid fans fawning over their favorite celebrities, their eyes shining like stars in the night sky.When patients or their family members walked through the hospital doors, the receptionists always maintained a calm and empathetic tone. Their voices were like gentle waves, soothing troubled souls. However, with Ethan Mark and Mr. Smith, a transformation took place. It was as if a dormant fire suddenly ignited, casting a warm and welcoming glow upon them, like a bonfire on a chilly evening."They are in the postoperative room, sir. But my heart is in dire need of surgery because every beat reminds me of you. Would you do me the honor of going out with me?" one of the receptionists said, her w
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 37. Waiting Room
As Mr. Smith opened the door to the postoperative room, he perceived an atmosphere of calm and meticulous care. The room was colored white, invoking a sense of purity and sterility. Soft, diffused lighting bathed the space, providing a soothing ambiance that promoted rest and recovery. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the gentle hum of medical equipment, which subtly indicated the presence of advanced technology. Monitors displayed vital signs, their rhythmic beeps serving as a reassuring melody, monitoring the patients' progress. Intricate lines of IV drips traversed overhead, resembling delicate vines, delivering essential fluids and medications to aid in the healing process. But there was more to the scene. Two sick beds occupied the room, placed side by side, with Mr. Alexander in one and Victoria in the other. Both of them lay with closed eyes, their stillness contrasting with the beeping monitors that assured their vitality. To Mr. Smith's surprise, the room was devoid of
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 38. F**k That!
And at that moment, with an order flowing from Isabella's mouth like the waters of the Red Sea, the security guard swiftly disengaged the pistol's safety and slowly positioned his finger on the trigger."Any last words, Guard?" He voiced it, his tone filled with mockery and satisfaction for a job well done, like a guard who would get a raise after this.As this transpired, Mr. Smith's acute senses were heightened. Being a trained professional, his skills were what led Augustus Markwood to employ him in the first place. Without even looking at a gun, he could discern its model from the sound of its clicks alone. This heightened perception had always been a part of him, since his military days.Amidst it all, Mr. Smith chuckled, even with the pistol still pressed against his head, and remarked, "For a personal guard, you should wield a semi-automatic pistol, something like an M1911, not this single shot sounding like a feeble pop gun." Mr. Smith retorted with a hint of disdain, his voic
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise 39. Isabella’s Co-operation.
After about a minute of pleading, Isabella and Mr. Smith locked eyes, and he finally opened his mouth to speak."It was never my master's intention to be hostile towards you or your parents. He is waiting for you in the waiting room," Mr. Smith stated, his voice calm and composed. He proceeded to disassemble the pistol into pieces and walked over to the security guard, who still lay on the floor.As he approached, Mr. Smith knelt down, releasing a deep breath and taking a second look at the weakened security guard.The guard's face exhibited clear signs of his feebleness; his expression was cautious, anticipating any potential threat from Mr. Smith, as if seeking to protect himself in the most weary way possible.Chuckling at the guard's wary demeanor, Mr. Smith placed each disassembled piece of the pistol into the guard's suit pocket. He then patted him on the shoulder, akin to a captain assuring one of his soldiers of a successful mission, and spoke to him. "You are not worthy to be
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Chapter 245: The Tears And Redemption
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
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Chapter 244: What Was She Told?
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
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Chapter 243: Isabella and The Tears
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
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Chapter 242: The Heart of Gold.
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
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Chapter 241: The Visitation
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
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Chapter 240: The Next Morning
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
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Chapter 239: The Eerie Prison Cell
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
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Chapter 238: The Prison
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
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Chapter 237: The Question and Live on TV
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i
