CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: SEEING ADRIAN JENNINGS GO HOME WITH TALIA, ETHAN GRANT LOSES CONTROL

Very soon, Talia understood the ins and outs of the knife attack incident.

The perpetrator’s name was Jordan Hawkins, the owner and legal representative of a private enterprise, who was sued in court by another company due to a contract dispute. Timothy Palmer, the lawyer, accepted Jordan Hawkins’ commission to his company and won the case.

The court ruled that Jordan Hawkins was liable for breach of contract, facing huge compensation, and when the case reached the enforcement phase, the court froze Jordan Hawkins’ company’s account.

Soon after, Timothy Palmer discovered evidence of Jordan Hawkins mixing personal and corporate assets and evading funds. After suing, the court further sealed his properties and detained equivalent movable assets.

At the same time, Jordan Hawkins’ wife cheated on him, absconding with family money along with her lover.

This series of actions left Jordan Hawkins completely cornered.

He blamed all of this on the lawyers from Senco Law, leading to the knife-wielding revenge incident.

Fortunately, Timothy Palmer was rescued and out of life-threatening danger.

After this incident, the law firm specially allocated a room to transform it into a security office.

Two tall and muscular security guards entered the security room.

Talia knew that Adrian Jennings had arranged them as bodyguards for her.

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Meanwhile, Ethan Grant stayed in the hospital for half a month recovering from his injuries.

During this time, he frantically called Talia Rhodes using his assistant’s phone, but she didn’t answer even once, nor did she visit him.

Ethan always involuntarily stared at the door; whenever someone pushed it open, he held his breath hoping it was Talia behind it.

But every time, the person behind the door wasn’t her.

He spent the whole day obsessively reminiscing about Talia being with that other man, his heartache as if being torn by knives.

After spending half a month both physically and mentally tortured in the hospital, Ethan was finally discharged.

Since Talia didn’t come to see him, he decided to go find her.

He was eager to meet her.

The day of discharge.

Ethan walked ahead, with his assistant and Vivian Coleman following closely behind him.

"Is everything arranged with The Sterling Group?" Ethan asked his assistant while heading to the parking lot.

During the days he was hospitalized, the shareholders of The Grant Group kept questioning him about the progress on attracting investment.

The assistant replied, "Mr. Grant, President Oscar will attend a banquet next Friday night at eight. I’ve already secured an invitation for the banquet."

Ethan opened the car door and got in, the assistant joined him in the same car, sitting in the front passenger seat.

Ethan asked, "What banquet?"

"It’s a banquet hosted by President Oscar for his cousin." The assistant replied, "I’ve heard that President Oscar’s cousin just returned to Oakhaven, and this banquet is for welcoming and also introducing her to social connections."

Vivian, sitting in the back seat, intimately linked her arm with Ethan’s.

Ethan glanced down and silently withdrew his arm.

Vivian’s expression stiffened.

Ethan wasn’t like this before.

Since she returned to the country, Ethan always clung to her, and they indulged together several times.

Each time, he was crazily immersed in passion with her, wasn’t he?

Why in Oakhaven he wouldn’t even let her hold his hand?

Could it be that he’s still thinking about that Talia Rhodes?

"Ethan, why are you..."

Before finishing her sentence, Ethan interrupted, "How old is President Oscar’s cousin?"

The assistant replied, "She seems to be in her twenties, a very young lady."

Ethan asked again, "Do we have detailed information?"

"Sorry Mr. Grant, I couldn’t find detailed information about President Oscar’s cousin."

Ethan didn’t ask further.

If Oscar wanted to protect someone’s privacy, they couldn’t find it even if they tried.

Not to mention, being Oscar’s cousin, she certainly was a high-society lady, personal information wouldn’t be so easily accessible.

"However..." the assistant continued, "I’ve managed to find out some information regarding President Oscar’s cousin. It’s said she’s set to get engaged in half a month, and President Oscar holds her in high regard. If Mr. Grant could prepare a generous engagement gift for the cousin, she might be pleased, and President Oscar might be easier to negotiate with."

Ethan lowered his gaze.

This was a good idea.

A girl in her twenties—winning her over would be easier than convincing Oscar.

"Mr. Grant, return to the hotel?" the driver asked.

Ethan pondered, then said to the driver, "Stop at the entrance of the mall ahead."

Vivian thought Ethan wanted to shop at the mall, smiling, she said, "Ethan, you’re going to the mall to choose a gift for President Oscar’s cousin? I’ll accompany you, I’m about her age, so I know what women at this age like."

As she spoke, the car had already stopped at the shopping mall entrance.

Ethan opened his mouth faintly, "Get out of the car."

Vivian obediently opened the car door and got out.

"You get out with her too." Ethan said to his assistant in the front row.

"Ah?" The assistant was momentarily stunned, quickly opened the car door, "Oh, OK Mr. Grant."

Vivian stood by the car waiting for Ethan.

However, Ethan didn’t get out with her as she had expected.

The car door closed, and the black Maybach sped away.

The smile on Vivian’s face stiffened, she stood on the spot disoriented in the wind for a few seconds.

What did Ethan mean by this?

Did he just abandon her here?

Ethan’s assistant stood awkwardly in the wind, glancing at her.

The assistant awkwardly pulled a smile, "Ms. Coleman, Mr. Grant must have his own plans, well, I’ll be off work now, bye-bye."

Vivian stomped her foot in frustration, took out her phone to call Ethan.

In the car.

The phone vibrated.

Ethan ignored it, pressing his temples in annoyance, letting the phone keep vibrating.

After a while, he said to the driver, "Go to Brighton Court across from Oakhaven University."

"Got it, Mr. Grant."

Brighton Court was where Talia Rhodes lived.

As soon as the car stopped, Ethan saw that man following Talia into the neighborhood.

Ethan hurriedly got out to pursue, but he was stopped by the security guard.

"Sir, please scan your face."

Ethan lied casually, "I just moved here and haven’t had the chance to record it yet. You should let me in, I’ll find time tomorrow to record my image."

The security guard maintained a stern expression, "Then please show your ID, state your building and room number, I’ll verify here."

Realizing he couldn’t fool him, Ethan planned to force his way in.

The guard wasn’t to be trifled with, seeing him trying to bargedly rush inside, held him firmly, "If you keep this up, I’ll call the police."

"Let me in!" The veins on Ethan’s forehead bulged, his eyes turned red.

That man went home with Talia!

What were they about to do?

Have they already slept together?

The images of the two entwined in bed uncontrollably surged in his mind, switching through various positions.

Ethan was almost driven mad by torment.

Whenever he thought of Talia being pleased under that man, he couldn’t resist the urge to kill.

After three years of dating, he had never tasted her—why that man?

"Let me in!" Ethan roared, punching the guard in the face.

Seeing the situation not right, the guard immediately grabbed the intercom to call colleagues for help.

While Ethan and the guard were in conflict, Talia and Adrian Jennings had already walked far ahead, unaware of the situation behind them.

Ethan fought the guard at the entrance to the neighborhood.

As other guards on duty joined, he fought one against two, ultimately outnumbered, and was knocked to the ground.

Finally, the police arrived and took him away.