CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: SECRETLY CONDUCTING A PATERNITY TEST FOR SUMMERS AND HENRY JENNINGS

"I know you have that ability." Henry Jennings looked at Jayden Grant sarcastically. "Five years ago, you could send her to prison. What is it that you can’t do?"

Henry watched Jayden with indifference, finished the glass of wine, and got up to leave.

In the room, Jayden was silent for a long time before suddenly going mad and kicking all the bottles on the table to the floor, smashing everything in sight.

Five years ago, bringing it up again.

That trial had always been Jayden’s nightmare.

Yvette Aston had been in prison for these five years, and he would often dream of her.

Dreaming of her at the trial, her gaze full of despair and deadness.

She just looked at him and said, "I plead guilty."

He lost control, shouting to withdraw the case, saying he wouldn’t press charges against Yvette.

He said the money was given by him voluntarily.

But the judge had already convicted, and he could only watch powerlessly as she was taken away by the police.

"Jayden Grant, will you be happy ruining me?"

"If it makes you happy, then I plead guilty."

"Yvette, this is the sin you should atone for."

"Jayden Grant, I’m not guilty."

...

Once, Jayden was Yvette’s salvation.

But later, Jayden became Yvette’s hell.

...

Ethan Grant’s place.

Yvette wrapped in a towel, shivering and standing at the bathroom door, looking around nervously.

She stood on the mat, barefoot, her head bowed in anxiety.

Suddenly staying in Ethan’s room, she was so nervous that she forgot to bring clothes to change into the bathroom.

In a panic, she shifted her left foot onto her right, feeling uneasy for a long time, not daring to disturb Ethan.

Ethan, in a robe, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone with Christopher Carter.

Through the reflection in the glass, Ethan could see Yvette’s unease.

His breathing tightened, and Ethan felt his throat dry and itchy, his body somewhat feverish.

"Mr. Grant, should I head back to the company tomorrow? Don’t worry about the voting issue, I’ll handle it well."

"Mr. Grant?"

On the other side, Christopher called several times, but Ethan didn’t respond.

"Mr. Grant?"

Snapping back, Ethan frowned. "Asleep. Don’t call me at night unless it’s urgent in the future."

Christopher was bewildered after being scolded. "Mr. Grant, wasn’t it... you who called me?"

"..." Ethan ignored Christopher and hung up directly.

At Solara airport, Christopher stared blankly at the phone that was hung up.

Lately, their Mr. Grant had been acting strangely.

Unpredictable in moods.

But Christopher felt quite good because... this version of Ethan Grant seemed more like a living human being.

...

"Mr. Grant..." Seeing Ethan turn to look at her, Yvette wished she could find a hole to hide in.

She was so nervous, her fair skin tinged with a reddish hue, like a delicate blooming flower.

"Hmm?" Ethan’s voice was husky, with a strong magnetic quality.

He wore a black and gray robe, the muscles on his chest clearly defined, lines faintly visible...

Already handsome, under the light, his face seemed extraordinarily enchanting.

Yvette dared not look at Ethan, feeling as if she might have a heart attack.

She knew her own worth, and as a contract ’wife’, she understood what obligations she should perform.

"I, I..." Yvette stammered, not knowing how to start.

"Took your medicine?" Ethan walked over, raised a hand to touch Yvette’s forehead, his voice low, without much emotion.

Yet, the sound was so alluring it made one dizzy.

"Hmm..." Yvette nodded.

Seeing Yvette was no longer feverish, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I... I can..." Yvette cautiously spoke, stammering as she tried to untie the towel and fulfill her duty.

Ethan only felt his breathing grow hotter, his voice hoarse and low. "I won’t touch you tonight. Rest well."

Yvette bowed her head, her ears reddening even more.

She always overthought things.

Ethan hadn’t been drinking today; he was sober. Was he... disgusted by her?

"I... I, I washed very carefully." Yvette’s voice choked.

Her head down, wishing she could bury her face in her chest.

Ethan took a deep breath, feeling that if he continued to be provoked, something would happen...

With one arm, he picked Yvette up, speaking helplessly. "I’m not that much of a beast; you’re still sick."

Startled, Yvette hurriedly wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck, held close as he carried her into the bathroom.

"Dry your hair before going to bed." Ethan took the initiative to grab the hairdryer and helped Yvette dry her hair.

Shivering, Yvette was shielded in Ethan’s embrace, and that feeling... was enough to make her fall for him.

So much security.

Sure enough... Ethan Grant is a very dangerous man.

Her mind went blank, staring at the scene in the mirror, feeling everything was so unreal.

Ethan Grant, actually helping her dry her hair himself...

Why... is he so kind to her?

...

The lighting in the bathroom wasn’t bright, but Ethan in the mirror was too dazzling.

Years ago, when Yvette was still Jayden’s girlfriend, Jayden had complained, saying a talent scout had followed them home, insisting Ethan should become a star, only to be driven out by the butler.

The eldest of the Grant family needed to become a star?

Ethan’s photos had also been posted online by the talent scout, sparking an internet sensation as the quintessential noble young master image, all modeled after Ethan.

Ethan himself had business acumen; after taking over the company, he quickly established an independent film company, Starlight Entertainment, outside of the Grant Group, with numerous artists, award-winning actors and actresses, and most of today’s top influencers in the entertainment industry coming from Starlight.

Rumors had repeatedly spread, with actresses trying to cozy up to Ethan, and models deliberately flirting with him, fueling entertainment gossip.

Ethan’s topic heat was much higher than top-tier stars in the industry.

Yvette considered herself self-aware; such a man would never be sincere.

He might just be momentarily interested.

But to be his fleeting interest was undeniably something many could only dream of.

Besides, the world knew Ethan was generous to the people he fancied.

Today’s top trending young actress in the film industry, Paige Fulton, was heavily promoted by Ethan Grant.

Everyone once speculated, saying Paige was Ethan’s woman, and some even claimed she was the only one Ethan had ever kept.

Paige and Ethan never clarified, using the hype and connection with Ethan, Paige almost reigned as a princess in the entertainment world.

This level was something Lynn Chase, who had been with Henry Jennings for three years, could never reach.

Because Ethan was genuinely willing to spend to promote Paige, while Henry simply kept a woman casually.

"Mr. Grant, have you blow-dried any other woman’s hair?" Perhaps thanks to the sound of the hairdryer, Yvette knew Ethan couldn’t hear.

Ethan turned off the hairdryer. "Hmm?"

"Nothing..." Yvette blushed fiercely, flustered, trying to escape.

But the towel... slipped.

She hadn’t brought clothes to change into.

Heart pounding erratically, Yvette was on the verge of tears, picking up the towel to wrap tightly around her. "I’m sorry..."

She didn’t mean it.

Seeing Yvette trying to flee, Ethan reached out, pinning her to the wall, his voice hoarse and alluring. "Beg me, and I’ll let you go."

Yvette clutched the towel tightly, not daring to look up. "Beg... beg you."

Ethan laughed, rubbing Yvette’s head. "Sleep tight."

Yvette’s heart raced, cheeks flushed, burying herself under the blanket, contemplating suffocating herself to end it all.

...

Bell Family.

Claudia Bell was still crying and making a scene at home, while Wendy Bell’s face was dark with suppressed fury.

"Yvette’s little bastard can’t possibly be Henry’s, definitely not..." Claudia cried, holding Mrs. Bell. "Mom, what do I do if Henry doesn’t believe me?"

"That woman Yvette is very calculating, a typical little vixen. Mr. Jennings despises being deceived. If that little bastard isn’t Henry’s... then we won’t need to act; Mr. Jennings will get rid of Yvette for us." Mrs. Bell spoke sternly.

"Mom... let’s secretly do a paternity test. I’ll find a way to get Henry’s hair." Claudia spoke softly.

Wendy looked at Claudia. "I can help you get Summers’ hair."