CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 211: DAMN SCUMBAG

Just the thought of Seraphina Sinclair being driven to such madness made Desmond Fairchild uncontrollably want to kill.

A woman he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on, yet in someone else’s eyes, she’s worth less than a wild weed.

Ethan Lloyd, you truly deserve death!

Desmond Fairchild clenched his fists tightly, exuding a cold aura, and Quentin Jennings, who came to report, dared not approach.

He knew Desmond Fairchild was genuinely angry.

Indeed, the hardships Seraphina Sinclair had endured, even he found distressing, let alone Desmond Fairchild.

"About Ethan Lloyd..."

"Let him die!" Desmond Fairchild’s voice carried no emotion; all he wanted now was to kill Ethan Lloyd.

He couldn’t help but feel grateful that he was there at The Crown Hotel back then, and fortunately, he was the one who encountered Seraphina Sinclair. If that night had been someone else, how desperate she would be now.

Quentin Jennings didn’t say anything and silently retreated. It seemed they needed to accelerate the handling of Ethan Lloyd.

Initially, it was thought Ethan Lloyd was just blind and abandoned Seraphina Sinclair, but it turns out he secretly did so many things to harm her, intolerable to anyone with a conscience.

Desmond Fairchild and Quentin Jennings couldn’t stand it, and the brothers Austin White and Camille White were no exception.

They now all share one common thought, which is to make Ethan Lloyd pay the price.

Simply dying is too lenient for him.

Recently, the Lloyd Group has been entangled with the tax authorities, and he was busy patching up various loopholes, having no time to cause trouble.

But now the development of the situation has spiraled out of his control, and Desmond Fairchild, Austin White, and others, would never let him off.

Even Rosalie Quinn was so furious she almost rushed from her home to the Lloyd Group, wanting to stab Ethan Lloyd to death, fortunately, Simon Finch stopped her in time; otherwise, she would have certainly killed that bastard in a fit of impulse.

Rosalie Quinn was trembling with rage, her face ashen: "Ethan Lloyd, that bastard, dares to treat Seraphina Sinclair like this; he definitely won’t die a good death."

"The Lloyd Group is now in turmoil. Knowing this incident, Desmond Fairchild won’t let him bounce around for long; we just need to give him a little help from behind," Simon Finch quietly advised while holding Rosalie Quinn’s hand. "He handles matters much more reliably than you do; you don’t need to worry."

"Is it a matter of worry or not? Even if I go over there and kill Ethan Lloyd now, it serves him right." Rosalie was furious, unable to listen to anything Simon Finch said, her mind solely fixated on avenging Seraphina Sinclair.

But she never considered that if she killed Ethan Lloyd, she would become a murderer.

Moreover, there are many ways to deal with Ethan Lloyd; impulsively rushing over to kill him is clearly the least sensible option.

There’s no need to harm a thousand enemies while suffering eight hundred losses oneself.

Of course, Simon Finch mentioned these things, but Rosalie Quinn’s anger hadn’t subsided, and naturally, she couldn’t listen.

The more Rosalie Quinn thought about it, the more distressing she felt, her heart blocked: "You say, why is Seraphina Sinclair so unfortunate in her life, such a good girl, but she ended up encountering a scumbag like Ethan Lloyd? If from the beginning it was Desmond Fairchild she met, she wouldn’t have suffered so much."

Talking about it made Rosalie Quinn cry, feeling more pained than Seraphina Sinclair when recalling the past pains she endured.

Simon Finch lovingly embraced Rosalie Quinn, gently patting her back: "Everything will get better; now she’s doing well, you should be happy for her."

"Mm." Rosalie answered with a muffled voice.

She must treat Seraphina Sinclair better in the future, must let her know that she’s not uncared for.

That’s all Rosalie, as a friend, can do; she can only provide more companionship and care to Seraphina Sinclair, seemingly unable to give anything else.

Everyone wanted Ethan Lloyd dead, but what was Ethan Lloyd doing at the moment?

A few days ago, the Lloyd Group fell into a tax evasion crisis, and he spent his days contacting banks and the few friends he had left, borrowing money just to patch up those unaccounted taxes. Things were going relatively smoothly and about to end.

As long as they survive this crisis, the Lloyd Group still has a chance to continue.

In the morning, Ethan Lloyd finally managed to gather the last batch of funds. Just as he was about to relax, he saw overwhelming news online.

The news content shocked him even more.

Back then, after Seraphina Sinclair was forced into a mental hospital, he didn’t intervene anymore. As for how Seraphina fared later, he wasn’t really concerned; he just focused on marrying Melanie Lloyd and giving her a status.

So how Seraphina Sinclair coped in the mental hospital, he was completely uninformed.

Now, seeing these images, he somewhat understood why Seraphina would hate him so much.

But who took these photos, and who exposed them online?

Originally thinking it was good that Seraphina’s sordid affair was exposed, affecting Kevin and the Cloudsea Group, it was expected that Desmond Fairchild and Seraphina Sinclair would struggle with their own issues and wouldn’t have the energy to bother him.

Plus, with his side matters nearly resolved, rebuilding the Lloyd Group was not far away, and his mood was considerably relaxed.

However, things didn’t proceed as simply as he imagined; with Seraphina Sinclair’s incident, how could Ethan Lloyd escape?

Before he could catch his breath, he found that his computer was hacked, inundated with threatening messages.

"Ethan Lloyd, you deserve to die!"

Seeing these bloody characters suddenly appearing on the blank screen, Ethan Lloyd was so scared he slipped from his chair, his heart couldn’t help but tremble. He frantically tried to close the page, but it wouldn’t close, while the bloody text kept changing.

"Ethan Lloyd, better get ready, decide how you want to die."

"For scum like you, a thousand cuts might not suffice; should we turn you into a living corpse?"

A living corpse?

Ethan Lloyd’s pupils contracted as he looked at the bloody text on the screen, his heart pounding violently.

Who! Who is playing this sinister prank?

He immediately dialed to report to the police, but then the screen displayed: "If you dare to report to the police, before they arrive, you might not survive, consider carefully."

Could the other party see his actions? Ethan Lloyd flustered, unplugging the webcam, and with trembling hands, took out his phone to try reporting again.

Unexpectedly, upon turning on his phone, the bloody animation on the screen shocked him, causing the phone to slip from his hand.

Just then, the desk phone rang. Already scared to the brink of insanity, he dared not answer.

But the phone kept ringing nonstop, worried it was something important, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Only to hear a ghostly voice: "Ethan Lloyd, how does it feel to be threatened? Is it exhilarating? You look like a madman now, just like a mental patient."

"Who the hell are you! What do you want?" Ethan Lloyd was, after all, a man, steadying his mind, he wanted to ascertain the caller’s identity.