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Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 147: The Drink
After checking out the video, Isabella finally arrived at the reception, and the lady she met there was different from the one she had encountered when she booked the hotel the previous days.Nevertheless, this change in staff didn't deter her from renewing her stay at the hotel. Understanding that hotel staff often work in shifts, she politely said, "Hi, I'm Isabella Rosewood, and I'm here to renew my stay at this hotel."With a gentle smile, the lady behind the reception desk looked up from the computer screen she had been staring at and said, "Certainly, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood. My name is Lily, and I'm happy to assist you today. Please allow me just a minute to retrieve the logbook."Lily rose from the comfortable chair she had been sitting in, and Isabella noticed her attire. She was wearing a well-fitted baby blue blazer over a crisp white blouse. Her dark hair was neatly pulled back into a sophisticated bun, and she wore a pair of elegant silver hoop earrings that added a touch
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 148: Having The Drink and The Blatant Lie
Seeing that the bartender recognised her, Isabella worried about what the man might be thinking about her, and her curiosity surged like loud music. However, if she didn't ask, it would be a lie.“You saw the report?”"Yes, I did," the man said excitedly, pushing Isabella’s drink towards her and placing both hands on the high table like a captain taking command of his ship before a thrilling voyage.Seeing the expression on his face, Isabella's curiosity began to wane, like a wilting flower in the scorching sun.With this, she felt more relaxed, knowing that whatever the bartender knew wouldn't damage her reputation around the hotel, like a well-guarded fortress.Nevertheless, it didn't mean the bartender wouldn't say more; this way, he took a glass cup from the cup shelves rightly behind him, and hence, he poured a drink into a cup for himself from a large, dark bottle with no label, like a magician conjuring a mysterious elixir from the depths of his enigmatic repertoire.“What you
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 149: Wondering If
The man exuded timeless charm with his vintage attire. He was dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit, reminiscent of the 1920s. The suit was a deep shade of charcoal grey, adorned with pinstripes that accentuated his tall, lean frame. His crisp white shirt was impeccably tucked into high-waisted trousers that tapered elegantly down to polished, two-toned Oxford shoes.In the same vein, a silk pocket square adorned his breast pocket, matching the deep burgundy tie knotted neatly beneath the collar of his shirt. His hair was slicked back, revealing a well-groomed moustache that added an air of sophistication to his overall appearance.“I am fine, thank you,” Isabella answered politely, then turned back to her drink, noticing the bartender emerging from the back room.Certainly, Isabella did not appreciate the man's fashion sense who had just approached her. Nonetheless, his voice was charming and masculine, much like his appearance, which told her deep within that he couldn't be
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 150: The Get Out!
Hearing what the man said, Isabella's eyes expressed shock. Though she could make sense of who the man was, Alexa's words to her earlier were beginning to be real.“Is this man and the bartender one of the ninjas of assassination missions?"“How do I get out of this situation?"“My God, why didn’t I just go to the bar outside in town? Why did I come to this hotel garden bar?"As random thoughts filled Isabella’s mind like liquid substance filling up a cup and the cup overflowed, it did not mean enough time was wasted. In fact, all her thoughts lasted only about ten seconds.Nevertheless, it did not mean the man beside her did not understand the messages written in Isabella’s eyes.“What are you thinking about?” He asked. “There is nothing you would do to save you from this situation.” The man confidently said it again. His voice was a little above a whisper.Though they were not the only ones in the hotel garden bar, the more Isabella looked around, she saw more different people sitt
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 151: Who Is the Man?
As Isabella asked the man to get into the boot, Isabella’s car boot at this instance opened up like a hungry abyss, ready to swallow secrets whole.Hence, even as the man pleaded, he got into the boot, and the boot closed on him. To this effect, a locked sound occurred, and Isabella rested her aim.Looking right and looking left, Isabella slipped into her car and peered into her wrist."12.30pm,” she muttered.Immediately, she pressed the button on her car dashboard, and the car itself roared to life."Welcome, Isabella; I see we have a guest." Alexa's voice sprouted out immediately.“Can you help me run a background check on him, Alexa?” Isabella asked. "Certainly, yes, Isabella. Allow me a minute, and I will be back.” Alexa answered. Right at this moment, a continuous chime sound continued to happen like the second hand of a catholic wall clock.Even so, before ten seconds, Alexa's voice sprouted again like a persistent weed breaking through the silence."Isabella, this man in you
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 152: The Next Day
The next day arrived like a whisper, gently unveiling the secrets of dawn. Isabella’s eyes opened slowly and moved from a blurry, hesitant vision to a clear and conscious one.She rose from the bed but remained sitting, stretching her arms and yawning like a contented feline.“Good morning, Isabella. I trust that your night was good?” Alexa’s voice suddenly broke out.Realising Alexa’s voice, Isabella, who had temporarily forgotten about the mission she had to accomplish, suddenly remembered and said quickly, “Alexa, I can't remember what time I fell asleep yesterday. Could you help me remember?”“Certainly, Isabella. I will tell you the exact time you fell asleep yesterday, and it was 1:10 PM.”“What?” Isabella exclaimed, finding what Alexa had just said to be unbelievable.“You don't believe me? Wait, I will explain,” Alexa said and continued, “Experiencing extreme physical or emotional stress, such as a severe illness, a traumatic event, or a high-stakes situation, can lead to such
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 153: The Imagination
As Isabella heard Alexa say this, she gently looked at her cellphone screen and saw that a video was indeed already set to play on it. In the video, she saw a man wearing a crisp navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders, with a light blue dress shirt underneath. His tie, a deep shade of burgundy, was neatly knotted. He looked sharp and composed. On the other hand, the lady was dressed in a flowing crimson evening gown that cascaded down to her ankles. The gown's delicate lace details shimmered in the soft, bright sunlight. Her hair, in the same way, cascaded in loose curls, framing her face elegantly. She also wore silver heels that added a touch of glamour to her ensemble. Being on an open plain, Isabella noticed a vast expanse of a clear cerulean sky. The sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the grassy terrain. "I love you, Billy," Isabella saw the lady yell. The lady's declaration of love burst forth from her with sudden an
Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise Chapter 154: Dress Sense
Isabella was draped in a long, sleek gown that clung to her every curve, and the fabric opening daringly revealed her shapely backside like a perfectly sculpted work of art unveiled for the world to admire. Her contours and elegance were impossible to ignore.In the same way, her cleavage, showcased by the gown’s plunging neckline, was a tantalizing sight, leaving just enough to the imagination of her sexy body and fresh skin like that of a baby.Her high heels were a pair of silver heels that elongated her already graceful legs, much like those of beautiful Cinderella at the prince's party. These heels added an extra touch of sophistication to her ensemble, making each step she took seem deliberate and confident.In her hands, she carried a small, elegant clutch handbag. The clutch was made of luxurious silver leather and adorned with subtle gold accents. It was the perfect accessory, complementing her outfit, and she couldn't love her appearance enough.Her makeup was artfully done
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
