CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: ETHAN GRANT IS YVETTE ASTON’S SALVATION

"Your skin is so good, how do you maintain it?" Eric Larson grew bolder and reached out to touch Yvette Aston’s hair.

Yvette Aston’s body stiffened, and her heart raced.

That suffocating feeling surged again.

She felt nauseous.

But she... had to endure it.

To remove Eric Larson for Ethan Grant, she had to make him complacent.

"Cosmetics... they are also very expensive." Yvette Aston stammered, trying hard to calm herself.

Eric Larson leaned closer to Yvette Aston with a smile, thinking she was hinting at him. "Assistant Aston, I’ve heard many young masters in Meridia know you. It seems your capabilities are indeed impressive."

Eric Larson hinted at something. "When you’re free, shall we have a meal together?"

Yvette Aston nodded. "Sure..."

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of knocking came from the door.

Eric Larson was displeased, clearly blaming the person outside for interrupting his good moment.

Yvette Aston was quite pretty, with a good figure and fair skin. A man like Eric Larson, who was experienced with women, could immediately see Yvette Aston was exceptional.

If Ethan Grant’s assistant was eager to curry favor with him, it must mean Ethan Grant had a strong desire to win him over or feared him.

"President Larson, Mr. Grant asked me to inquire if you have any conditions for the vice-president position. Just let him know, and he will do his best to accommodate you, provided you..." Yvette Aston seized the chance to distance herself from Eric Larson, speaking with deep intent.

Eric Larson nodded with a smile, naturally understanding Yvette Aston’s implication.

Ethan Grant was showing full sincerity.

"Oh, I’ve been with the company for many years. I’m not greedy, just reluctant to leave the colleagues in the investment department who have followed me for over a decade. If Mr. Grant could merge the investment and project departments for me to manage together..."

Yvette Aston looked at Eric Larson with feigned surprise. "President Larson! The investment department has always been an independent entity. To merge with the project department..."

Eric Larson, the old fox, was indeed very greedy.

However, it was all part of Yvette Aston’s plan.

He was getting carried away, daring to put forth such conditions.

That meant his mistake wasn’t far off.

"Is it very difficult?" Eric Larson probed, looking at Yvette Aston.

"Not at all..." Yvette Aston smiled. "President Larson, I’ll speak to Mr. Grant about it. If it works out, on your side..."

Eric Larson immediately understood. "Don’t worry, I’ll cover your cosmetics and maintenance costs for a year." Eric Larson smiled meaningfully, raising a hand to lift Yvette Aston’s chin.

He became even more blatant.

Yvette Aston took a step back, smiling as she opened the door, practically fleeing from Eric Larson’s office.

The feeling... almost suffocated her.

She hid in the restroom.

Yvette Aston felt severe nausea, hugging the toilet and vomiting.

Her eyes were reddened, and she gripped her hands tightly.

She couldn’t admit defeat.

She had to help Ethan Grant...

He needed to act quickly.

When Melody Crowe came out, to destroy her trump card and present her with a grand gift.

After vomiting for a while, Yvette Aston weakly sat on the toilet, taking a long time to recover.

Her depression and anxiety had noticeably improved after meeting Ethan Grant, but it was still not enough...

Whenever stimulated, her whole body would become numb, almost petrified, with evident symptoms of somatization.

Her mind couldn’t shake off Eric Larson’s disgusting face and the way he approached her.

"Yvette?" Outside, Christopher Carter was looking for her.

Yvette Aston, with trembling fingers, stood up, hurriedly washed her hands, and took a deep breath as she looked at her pallid reflection.

"Yvette, Mr. Grant is looking for you."

Christopher Carter seemed helpless, feeling like he had become Yvette Aston’s assistant.

Yvette Aston had only been away for ten minutes, and Ethan Grant had sent him to find her.

This was the office; it’s not like she could just disappear.

"Okay... okay." Yvette Aston nodded.

Seeing Yvette Aston looking unwell, Christopher Carter stepped closer. "Are you..."

"Don’t touch me!" Yvette Aston backed away from Christopher Carter in panic, breathing rapidly.

Realizing her mistake, Yvette Aston stood still in a daze. "I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I lost my train of thought."

Christopher Carter was startled by Yvette Aston’s sudden reaction, seeing terror in her eyes. "It’s okay..."

Yvette Aston lowered her head in embarrassment, her eyes reddened.

"Mr. Grant is waiting for you, are you alright?" Christopher Carter felt something was off about Yvette Aston.

Taking several White Rabbit candies out of his pocket, he handed them to Yvette Aston. "You don’t look well."

"It’s nothing... maybe I didn’t sleep well last night." Yvette Aston explained softly.

"Yvette." At the end of the corridor, Jayden Grant stood there waiting for Yvette Aston. "Come over."

Yvette Aston shivered in fear, instinctively hiding behind Christopher Carter.

Christopher Carter frowned, shielding Yvette Aston with his body. "Sorry, young master, it’s work time now, our Mr. Grant is asking for Yvette."

"Special Assistant Carter, aren’t you being too nervous?" Jayden Grant sneered. "I’m just doing a normal work handover, it’s work time."

Christopher Carter didn’t respond.

"Yvette, fetch a document from my desk for Mr. Grant." Jayden Grant instructed Yvette Aston.

"I’ll go." Christopher Carter volunteered, smiling while motioning Yvette Aston to go back to Mr. Grant as he went to get the document.

Jayden Grant sneered.

When Christopher Carter left, Jayden Grant spoke in a low voice. "Yvette, your mom is about to be released from prison, a scammer, the daughter of a human trafficker. With such black marks, how do you think Ethan Grant will help you clear them?"

Yvette Aston’s steps halted, breathing rapidly with her back to Jayden Grant.

Seeing Yvette Aston stop, Jayden Grant knew he had hit her sore spot.

Slowly walking over, Jayden Grant pulled Yvette Aston by her collar into the stairwell.

"Let me go..." Yvette Aston looked at Jayden Grant in panic, wanting to scream, but he covered her mouth.

"Yvette, if you dare to scream, believe it or not, I’ll have you here, and we’ll be on the headlines tomorrow?" Jayden Grant’s voice was exceptionally vile, tightening his grip on Yvette Aston, filled with rage.

Yvette Aston looked at Jayden Grant in terror, her eyes trembling.

"Yvette, I’ve warned you before, if you dare provoke my brother... I won’t let you go."

Yvette Aston stared intensely at Jayden Grant, her gaze filled with disgust and repulsion.

Jayden Grant couldn’t stand Yvette Aston’s expression, growing more aggressive. "Yvette! I’m telling you, you belong to me... even if I no longer love you, you are not allowed to love anyone else..."

His voice carried intense threats, yet couldn’t hide the hoarseness and pleading.

He selfishly didn’t want Yvette Aston to fall in love with someone else.

Yvette Aston, was his entire youth.

His pure white rose tainted with stains.

The everlasting thorn in his heart.

"Did you hear me!" Jayden Grant pinched Yvette Aston’s chin, attempting to forcibly kiss her.

"Hm!" Suddenly, Jayden Grant cried out in pain.

Yvette Aston kneed him hard in the lower abdomen, picked up a broomstick from the side, and struck Jayden Grant’s head with force.

Jayden Grant’s forehead was cut, blood oozing out.

Yvette Aston cried in fright, trembling and huddled in the corner, desperately trying to escape with the broomstick she threw away.

But Jayden Grant reached out and grabbed her collar.

That feeling returned again.

The feeling of almost grasping hope, only to be dragged back into the depths of hell.

Just like six years ago.

She was so close to escaping out the door, about to open it and flee, yet was pressed back into the corner by that man and dragged back again.

"Bang!" The stairwell door was kicked open, and just when Yvette Aston thought she would be pulled into the abyss by Jayden Grant, the outside light flooded in.

A strong arm grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a warm embrace.

At that moment, Yvette Aston felt like... she was being pulled out of the water, into the sunlight.