CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: SORRY, MR. GRANT, I DON’T SELL MYSELF

Yvette Aston looked up at Ethan Grant, taking a long time to speak, "Mr. Grant, this makes no sense..."

If she mentioned Charlotte Summers, it would only lead to reckless harm from Jayden Grant and the Aston Family.

She just wanted to protect herself.

She wasn’t like Ethan Grant, born with privilege and power.

Ethan frowned, "Not knowing how to resist when being bullied means any harm is self-inflicted."

Ethan’s voice was very cold, making Yvette a little frightened.

Ethan wasn’t a traditional good person, but he had indeed saved her many times, and she was grateful to him, though she couldn’t hope for him to understand her.

"Mr. Grant, let’s make a bet," Yvette’s voice was hoarse, her gaze intense.

Ethan looked at Yvette with deep thought, "What do you want to bet on?"

"Even if I tell you, Charlotte Summers won’t be affected at all," Yvette gave a bitter laugh.

But if she did, Jayden and Stellan wouldn’t let her off.

She could already foresee the consequences.

No one understood her fear of these consequences.

Ethan was no different from others in that he would only condemn her for being cowardly and not resisting, without knowing why she couldn’t.

Ethan frowned, "I can help you."

"You have no reason to offend your own family and the Aston Family for me," Yvette shook her head; to Ethan, it was just a bet.

She didn’t want Ethan to do it.

He is very strong, but she is insignificant.

Ethan quietly looked at Yvette, seriously examining her for the first time.

This woman seemed to know too well how to live.

She was very aware of her position, a smart woman.

The police arrived and took her statement.

Following Ethan’s idea, Yvette implicated Charlotte Summers as well.

But shortly after the police left, they called saying Miss Summers knew nothing, it was the nanny who spoke carelessly, and the nanny had confessed.

Yvette hadn’t even finished her IV drip when Jayden and the Aston Family had already handled the situation.

Yvette glanced at Ethan, her voice hoarse, "You lost."

Ethan didn’t look pleased.

Today, he felt like he had been taught a lesson by a woman like Yvette.

The nanny’s change of statement must have been manipulated by Jayden and the Aston Family.

He indeed had the ability to help Yvette turn things around and make the nanny tell the truth, but Yvette was right, she wasn’t worth it.

"Thank you for today’s matter," Yvette pulled out the IV needle herself and bowed to Ethan.

Ethan instinctively wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Yvette seemed accustomed to it; she didn’t even press the needle hole, as if she didn’t care.

After speaking, Yvette appeared to be afraid of something, staggeringly wanting to escape.

She didn’t even dare to finish the remaining bit of anti-inflammatory medicine.

Mister Jayden and Stellan must now be madly searching for her.

If she ended up in Jayden and Stellan’s hands today, she would be better off dead.

Charlotte Summers was their treasure after all.

"Yvette!" Ethan suddenly felt agitated, why was she running? What was she afraid of? He was still there; did Jayden dare to harm her in front of him? "I’m still here, what are you running for?"

"Can Mr. Grant protect me for a lifetime?" Yvette asked tremblingly.

Ethan frowned, her ambition wasn’t small; did she want him to protect her for a lifetime?

"Since you can’t, don’t casually show kindness—someone of Mr. Grant’s stature should understand this better than me." Yvette tightened her clothes and glanced at Ethan’s suit, "Mr. Grant...the suit, when I have money, I will definitely repay."

She didn’t owe favors.

Watching Yvette flee in panic to find Summers.

Ethan only felt very abnormal.

"Since I lost the bet, you and Summers should go to my place first," Ethan felt this was his most broken principle.

Offering Yvette a place to stay temporarily, "I’ll help you settle the matter with the Grant Family and the Aston Family."

Yvette stopped in surprise and looked back at Ethan, a bit scared, "Mr. Grant...is there something you want from me?"

Yvette didn’t believe Ethan was just being kind.

Feels attracted to her? Impossible, anyone could be, but not Ethan.

Men of Ethan’s caliber, what kind of woman doesn’t he have?

Then why?

"I need a woman beside me as a shield; don’t ask more, for now you’re the best fit," Ethan said plainly.

Yvette understood; maybe because she was easy to deal with.

Actually, this was exactly what Yvette wanted, in that case, did it mean she was now clinging to Ethan?

Yet when Ethan offered an olive branch, she regretted it.

She didn’t want to drag Ethan into the water.

"Sorry, Mr. Grant, I don’t sell myself," Yvette bowed again.