CHAPTER 141: CHAPTER 141: ETHAN GRANT IS OUTRAGEOUSLY JEALOUS TODAY

Yvette also felt inexplicably uneasy; why did she feel that Ethan’s anger was directed at her?

Her back felt tense, and Yvette bowed her head anxiously, not knowing what to do.

Ethan... was he bothered?

"Take him away and question him thoroughly; find out who instructed him!" Scott Aldridge looked displeased and glanced meaningfully at Melody Crowe, snorting.

In the struggles between wealthy families, most people are just there to watch the drama unfold.

If this incident didn’t involve Scott Aldridge’s direct interests, he would have been happy to watch the show.

But Melody Crowe targeting him directly was not good.

Melody Crowe’s expression was extremely unpleasant as she watched Jayden Grant leave without looking back, almost biting her teeth in anger.

This worthless, unpresentable fool!

She worried endlessly for Jayden Grant, and he had the audacity to embarrass her in front of so many people for the sake of that little brat!

"Mrs. Aldridge, isn’t this affair quite clear..."

"The bidding is about to start, Scott, arrange for everyone to enter," Mrs. Aldridge interrupted Melody Crowe with a somber tone.

She glanced meaningfully at Yvette, and her gaze softened somewhat.

"I trust Ethan’s judgment of people; how could someone who manages such a vast enterprise like Grant Group, supporting so many freeloaders, not even be able to choose the right assistant?" Mrs. Aldridge said in a deep voice, walking over to Scott. "In the future, learn from Ethan more. His abilities are worth your study."

Scott quickly nodded. "Okay, Mom."

Melody Crowe felt as if her face was being crushed underfoot, ruthlessly hitting her own head.

So angry that her breathing was irregular, Melody Crowe almost lost her balance.

Her assistant hurriedly supported Melody Crowe. "Madam... Are you alright? Are we still going to the venue?"

"Go, go, what for!" Melody Crowe snapped.

Jayden Grant ran off, why should she go!

This time, she lost to Ethan Grant again.

The main issue was Yvette, that little brat. She was indeed clever, how had she never noticed it before?

Wasn’t it said that she almost became mute and couldn’t speak? She talked too much!

"I think this Yvette should become mute," Melody Crowe said with intense anger, holding her chest in distress as she walked outside. "Find a way to teach Yvette a lesson; I wish she really becomes mute!"

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Yes, Madam."

...

Venue.

Yvette kept her head down, following behind Ethan.

"Ah!" Not paying attention, Yvette was pulled into a corner before entering the venue, pinned against the wall.

Ethan’s mood was heavy, his face grim, eyes like he wanted to devour someone.

Yvette was very nervous, her eyes red, desperately explaining. "Mr. Grant, I... I really didn’t, it was that person who slandered me..."

Nervously explaining a little, Yvette bowed her head, not knowing how to clarify further. "I’m sorry... It’s my fault, I’ve caused you trouble."

Besides saying sorry, she didn’t know what else to say.

"Together with Jayden Grant for five years?" Ethan asked through gritted teeth.

Yvette had been with Jayden Grant from sixteen to twenty.

They were each other’s first loves once.

In Christopher Carter’s words, they were childhood sweethearts, innocent companions.

This kind of relationship really made one... insanely jealous.

Ethan didn’t know why, but he was jealous to the point of madness.

Out of control, wanting to rush up and punch Jayden Grant twice.

If he had known that Jayden wouldn’t cherish Yvette, he should have appeared when she was sixteen.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t turn back time.

Yvette glanced at Ethan nervously, then quickly lowered her head. "Yes..."

She indeed started dating Jayden Grant in their first year of high school, that’s a fact.

"Loved him very much?" Ethan pressed her in a low voice.

"Loved..." Yvette didn’t lie.

She really, really loved Jayden Grant once.

"Forget him for me!" Ethan pinched Yvette’s chin, voice brimming with threat.

Yvette probably never felt Ethan’s true oppressive aura, nor had she seen Ethan truly angry.

She only knew in the past that everyone feared Ethan, including the Grant family’s servants.

But when Ethan really pressured her, Yvette just felt chilled down her spine.

"Don’t forget your identity now, you’re my woman," Ethan reminded Yvette.

Yvette’s eyes turned slightly red, biting her lip corner without making a sound.

Releasing Yvette, Ethan adjusted his tie with a sullen face and entered the venue.

Yvette stood where she was, leaning against the wall, taking a long time to recover.

She didn’t know why Ethan was angry, only kept denying herself.

Her very existence brought Ethan infinite trouble.

Letting Melody Crowe have the chance to splash mud on him.

It was all her fault.

Her existence was the original sin.

...

Bidding venue.

Ethan’s mood was very heavy; those around him dared not engage him in conversation.

Yvette hid in the corner, not daring to appear before Ethan, only having Christopher at his side.

Until the meeting ended, Ethan looked as though he wanted to eat someone alive.

This bid, without a doubt, was assumed by Grant Group, with Ethan personally handling this project’s liaison and cooperation.

Scott Aldridge exchanged pleasantries with Ethan for a long time before finally signing the contract.

Originally, all business tycoons were supposed to stay for dinner together, but Ethan left early citing an unwell body.

Outside the venue, Yvette kept her head down, quickly catching up with Ethan.

All the way back to the hotel, Ethan didn’t say a word to Yvette.

His mind was filled with Jayden Grant’s words that Yvette didn’t have a birthmark, and Yvette’s confession of love...

He really wanted to kill him.

He wanted to kill everyone who had touched Yvette.

He was going insane.

Hiding in the corner, Yvette secretly wiped her tears.

Christopher noticed when he turned around, frowning slightly.

He thought Yvette was truly pitiable.

A woman constantly being slandered and splashed with mud in public; even the strongest psychological fortitude would collapse.

He quietly handed Yvette a tissue and slipped her a candy.

Yvette gratefully looked at Christopher, leaning against the car window, gazing at the bustling scenes outside.

"Mr. Grant... are we rushing back to Meridia tonight, or..." Christopher asked, seeing Ethan leave the venue early without joining the dinner, thinking he wanted to rush back to Meridia that night.

"No changes to the schedule," Ethan replied grimly.

"Are you... really unwell?" Christopher was shocked; judging by Ethan’s character, he should be flying back to Meridia right now.

Returning early to the hotel and sleeping for a night? Was he truly unwell?

Ethan glanced back at Yvette; she had a fever today, so staying one more night to allow her to rest well.

"Yes," Ethan replied.

"Then... let’s hurry back to the hotel and rest well," Christopher said with concern.

Ethan didn’t speak, really wishing that there wasn’t such a third wheel as Christopher in the car...

...

Ripple Court Hotel.

Melody Crowe’s assistant was in the staircase, whispering to a hotel staff member. "Put this bottle of water in Yvette’s room. When something happens to Yvette, dump the water in the toilet immediately. Leave no evidence; there’s no monitoring in the room, it can’t be traced to you."

Melody Crowe wanted Yvette to become mute, so the assistant tampered with the water.