CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: RIVALS FACE OFF! THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE

Adrian Jennings didn’t even look Ethan Grant in the eye. Without a word in excess, he swung his fist straight at Ethan’s face.

This punch carried the full force of his anger, hitting with all his strength.

Ethan winced in pain, instinctively releasing Talia Rhodes and covered the spot he was hit, "You’re damn courting death?"

Adrian yanked Talia away, shielding her behind him, and looked coldly at Ethan with an aura of menace, gritting his teeth, "Stay away from her."

Ethan was already fuming from the punch and seeing this man protecting Talia behind him only made his chest tighten with anger.

He abruptly pushed Adrian, "Damn! She’s my woman, don’t you fucking touch her!"

Adrian handed the thermos bucket to Talia, "Be good, wait for me over there."

After speaking, he turned and fiercely kicked Ethan hard.

Ethan was kicked to the ground.

Clumsily getting up from the ground, Ethan Grant, a young master used to being the center of attention since childhood, had never suffered such humiliation in his life!

This man clearly had an unusual relationship with Talia Rhodes. Has she found a new guy so soon after separating from him for just a few days?

Thinking of this, Ethan’s heart ached with burning rage, and he clenched his fist, swinging it hard at Adrian’s face.

Adrian tilted his head to dodge, raising his hand to punch Ethan’s nose, causing blood to flow instantly.

Talia wanted to intervene, but there was no way she could stop the two enraged men from fighting.

To avoid causing Adrian more trouble, Talia obediently stood aside.

Ethan’s nose bled profusely; he felt all the blood rushing to his head.

With eyes bulging, he loudly cursed and lifted a foot to kick Adrian.

Adrian grunted and quickly retaliated, lunging forward to tackle Ethan to the ground, pinning him with a knee, one hand tightly gripping Ethan’s neck, the other forming a fist and punching Ethan’s face repeatedly.

Adrian’s elite education since childhood had always made him appear calm, restrained, noble, and elegant in front of others.

Except for that loss of control many years ago, he had never fought anyone.

Didn’t expect that after so many years, he would brawl again for Talia Rhodes.

Ethan, at a disadvantage, took several blows before finding the opportunity to counterattack, breaking free from Adrian’s hold, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes bloodshot, swinging fists and feet with full force as if he wouldn’t stop until he beat the man in front to death.

Adrian also fought brutally, determined to beat Ethan senseless.

Talia had never seen Ethan and Adrian so violent, they seemed to have lost their sanity, watching as the fight grew fiercer, even as a bystander she panicked, letting them go on would be fatal!

She tried calling "stop fighting" several times but to no avail.

Both men fought with murderous intent, their heads bloodied and faces swollen.

Adrian’s driver came up to break up the fight, only to be thrown to the ground by Ethan.

The security guard at the residential entrance rushed over upon hearing the commotion, intending to intervene, but seeing the driver on the ground after trying to mediate, he abruptly stopped, silently took out his phone, and chose to call the police and 120.

Onlookers, fearful of getting caught in the crossfire, quickly skirted around the greenbelt, avoiding them.

Both only stopped when 120 and 110 arrived.

The police separated them.

In the end, neither Ethan nor Adrian gained the upper hand in the fight.

Ethan’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, with blood smeared all over, looking both bloody and comical, his collar torn, covered in dust, utterly disheveled.

Adrian wasn’t much better, his eyes and mouth were bruised, and the back of his hand was cut by Ethan’s cuff links, bleeding from the wound, with dust all over his face, totally unlike his usual elegant gentlemanly appearance.

After they were separated, Talia immediately rushed to Adrian, eyes filled with distress, moist with tears, her voice tinged with sobs, "Adrian, you’re hurt, quickly go to the hospital."

Seeing Talia, the violence in Adrian’s eyes disappeared instantly, his expression softening, "I’m fine."

Not far away, Ethan, held by the officers, watched this scene with a heart about to break.

His face was full of pain, looking pitiful, like a stray dog abandoned by its owner, "Talia, who is he?"

Hearing this, Talia’s eyes filled with anger, she suddenly turned, locking eyes with Ethan.

The naked hatred in her eyes deeply pierced Ethan.

The next second, Ethan heard Talia’s chillingly cold words.

"Ethan Grant, I never want to see you again, please disappear from my world forever."

She almost gritted her teeth saying those final words.

Ethan’s chest tightened, feeling as though his heart was pierced by a sharp blade, bloody and unable to breathe from the pain.

He was also injured, his face covered in blood.

But he saw no trace of concern in her eyes.

Her gaze towards him only contained indifference and hatred.

Was her hatred because he injured that other man?

Before, when he got hurt during racing with friends, she would cry her eyes swollen, staying by his side incessantly at the hospital to take care of him.

Even for a minor cold, she would cry with red eyes, feeding him medicine herself to ensure he took it on time.

But now, he’s so badly injured, and she’s unfazed, her heart and eyes are full of another man.

Ethan, unwilling to give up, trembled lips asking once more, "Who is he?"

Talia’s lips parted, uttering three words, "Fiancé."

Ethan looked incredulous.

His eyes were bloodshot, welling with tears, his voice trembling, "What... Are you lying to me?"

The medical staff helped the injured Adrian onto the ambulance.

Talia ignored Ethan, turning to follow Adrian onto the ambulance.

Ethan tried to chase after but was held back by the medical staff, placed onto another ambulance.

Both ended up in the same hospital.

As there were no VIP rooms in the public hospital, after their wounds were treated, Ethan and Adrian were temporarily placed in the same ward.

Ethan lay on the bed near the door.

Talia entered the ward, the first she saw was Ethan with his head wrapped like a mummy, lying in bed receiving an IV.

Without looking sideways, she bypassed Ethan and approached Adrian inside, sitting beside his bed, inquiring about his injuries with concern, gently feeding him water.

In the same room, Ethan seemed like air to her.

Ethan turned to look at her, his gaze silently resting on her, exuding a mournful aura.

Talia appeared oblivious, talking with Adrian, never once glancing at Ethan.

Ethan called her name several times, and she feigned not hearing.

The police, routinely questioning about the incident, both told the truth and agreed to settle privately, then the police left after issuing a receipt.

Soon, Adrian’s assistant Mason Lynch hurriedly came with bodyguards.

"President Jennings, what happened?" Mason, with sweat on his forehead, face pale, was clearly shocked.

It had only been two hours since they last met, how did the president end up injured like this?

If the old lady and madam knew about this, he’d be skinned alive.

Adrian’s lip line was stern, "It’s nothing, make sure no one knows what happened today, especially not my family, understood?"