CHAPTER 650: CHAPTER 650

Ethan’s fierce demeanor made the enthusiastic onlookers hold their breaths.

"Uhm... Is he going to get the firewood ready? He looks like he’s going to set someone on fire instead!"

Clara scowled angrily. "Getting firewood ready? You live like a prince. Do you even know what firewood looks like? You want to help, but you shouldn’t waste others’ time!"

At first, Clara planned to get the fire ready for Santiago while he prepared the fish, so they could cook together later and deepen their relationship. But before she could say that, Ethan came out of nowhere and ruined all her plans.She could not figure out why he liked to meddle in her affairs. He had meddled earlier when she wanted to ride in the pickup with Santiago, and did the same when she wanted to catch mudfish and cook with Santiago. He was the big shot of a large entertainment company; did he have nothing better to do?

"It’s none of your business. After all, we have a shameless person here with us, don’t we?" Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Santiago coldly. It was obvious that he was ridiculing Santiago.

"Why would you say such a thing? You..." Clara was so enraged that Ethan had humiliated her idol again. He claimed that her idol was pretentious, and now, he was even saying that he was shameless. Of course, she couldn’t take that lightly.

"It’s fine." Santiago smiled and stopped Clara. He calmly retorted, "Being shameless is a skill too. Some people want that, but they don’t have such a talent."

He stared at Ethan without any intention of retreating. "Just let the men do the rough work like getting the fire going. Since Mr. Stuart volunteered, you guys can just wait for the meal."

Hence, one of them cooked while the other got the fire going. They divided their tasks and got to work.

Clara sat in the house and looked at the kitchen from time to time, worried that Ethan would bully Santiago. What if

Ethan turned wild and burned Santiago’s face? Ethan was so reckless that he was capable of anything!

As she thought about it, she clenched her fists and decided to go into the kitchen to keep an eye on Ethan. It would be safer that way.

"Miss Blackwell, can I talk to you alone since we’re free?"

Shirley stood before Clara with her assistant’s help. She looked naive and innocent as she spoke.

"What are you up to?" Clara frowned, cautious. She was most afraid of hypocrites like Shirley, because she could easily fall into their traps.

"No, I don’t..." Shirley looked up and glanced around. When she confirmed that no one was paying attention to them, she whispered, "Don’t you want to know why an accident happened during Quinton’s surgery?"

When Clara heard that, her eyes widened in shock. She looked at Shirley coldly. "Why? Do you want to confess?"

That was the reason why she was here, but Ethan had affected her mood, so her focus got diverted.

"Yes, I can confess, but it’s rather complicated. I want to talk to you alone if you’re willing..." It was clearly a trap Shirley had prepared for Clara.

Clara was no fool. She knew that Shirley was plotting something since she insisted on talking alone with her.

However, it concerned Quinton’s life, so even though she knew that it was a trap, she had to soldier through it.

"Fine. Come to my room. Let’s talk alone," Clara muttered and went to the room where she stayed with Ethan temporarily.

After Shirley’s assistant helped her into the room, she left and closed the door for them.

Shirley looked around. There were holes in the ground, the roof was leaking, and the bed was extremely old. Shirley’s expression turned gloomy, and there was a hint of envy and disbelief in her gaze. "Don’t tell me you stayed in this room with Ethan for a night?"

"Yeah, this place is pretty good. The bed is soft, and the air is fresh. What’s so hard to understand?" Clara could not understand why Shirley asked her that. Clara and Ethan had only slept in this bed for a night, but he had stayed with Shirley for the rest of his time. Why would Shirley feel jealous?

"I just can’t believe it. This place looks like a rubbish dump and he’s germaphobic, but he could sleep here?"

"Does this place look like a rubbish dump?" Clara frowned. "It isn’t that bad. If he didn’t sleep here, he would have to sleep in the cowshed which is worse. The person who’s germophobic is you."

"It looks like you’re very special to him. He could stay in this shabby house for you, and even stepped into that pond full of mud to get you. I underestimated you..." Shirley murmured as she clenched her fists tightly.

Clara became baffled and impatient. "Let’s get back to business. Who ordered you to call that plastic surgery doctor to create an accident?"

"What’s the point if I tell you? You can’t handle them either." Shirley sneered and looked at Clara condescendingly. Clara could never deal with that powerful big shot.

"I’d know whether I can handle them or not; it doesn’t concern you. If you don’t want to get involved in this mess, you’d better tell me who’s behind this!" Clara demanded angrily.

"Hah! Is that so hard to guess?" Shirley smiled mysteriously. "

Only enemies will take revenge on others... you just have to figure out who the siblings’ enemies are. Once you do, you’ll know the truth."

"Enemies?" Clara scratched her hair. ’Quinton has a lot of enemies, so how do I pick one?’

"Let me give you a hint... Didn’t someone take revenge on Carmine Pawnshop recently? Their newly- bought treasures were drowned at sea, right?"

"Yes... That did happen." Clara recalled Joanna telling her about that. The shipwreck was a small affair, but Chase, the most important subordinate of Carmine Pawnshop, went missing. It was a fatal attack on Carmine Pawnshop.

Rumors claimed that it was Ace’s doing to counterattack

Quinton for slandering Moran Group.

"They ruined the most important worker, the backbone of the business... Isn’t it clear who did it? You don’t have to ask me at all," Shirley said cryptically.

"Are you saying... it’s Ace?" Clara’s heart skipped a beat as she asked.