I wonder if this person can understand it? In fact, she really did steal Zoe Quinn’s man, and it’s not a very nice thing.
She didn’t want to be the good person either.
Serena Sullivan put down her phone and continued working, thinking that this person was probably confused. Either they looked down on her for stealing someone’s husband and didn’t reply, or they were probing further. It wasn’t long before a message came in.
Serena looked at the single word in her inbox, feeling a bit baffled.
A message quickly came in again, "If they give you trouble, you can call me, send a message."
This person is very clever. Today, when she sent a recording, knowing she was using the "ex-boyfriend’s" number, maybe it was Ethan Grant’s old number. Serena didn’t refuse his help and replied, "Thank you, I’m going to work first."
The message came even faster than before, with just four words, and Serena felt a chill reading them, even through the screen.
"Yes, working overtime."
Serena sent back, and he didn’t send any more messages, allowing her to continue working in peace.
Under the bright lights, Serena revised the draft again. She was tired and looked up ahead, her gaze inadvertently falling on Zoe Quinn’s desk. When she saw that item, she frowned.
Ethan Grant stared at the phone, using a strong will not to send the message, "She’s not my beloved."
With the entire plan implemented so far, he couldn’t lose his cool here.
The word "overtime" in the message made his expression change immediately. He put away the phone, got up without even looking at the man handing him the red wine, and turned to leave.
"Ethan Grant, where are you going?"
At the door, a man with charming eyes looked in shock at Ethan Grant, who was about to leave, and asked.
"We’re short one for mahjong."
He pulled at Ethan Grant, having come a long way back just for this, how could he let Ethan leave?
Ethan Grant shook off his hand, stepped quickly, and left.
Even though they were used to Ethan Grant’s increasingly cold demeanor, they had never seen him act so urgently, so urgent that the jacket on the sofa was left behind.
The man with charming eyes came in and asked Julian Ford, who was on the sofa, "Third bro, is he rushing to reincarnate or something? In such a hurry!"
Julian Ford, his appearance as the name implies, his looks could be described as breathtaking. His demeanor was as refined and tranquil as a landscape painting. He was the current leader of one of the Falwood Five Families—The Ford Family, and the entertainment industry’s influential "Master Julian"—Julian Ford.
Upon hearing the man’s words, he sipped his red wine lightly, "For Ethan Grant to be so flustered, who else could it be but her."
All of them, having grown up with Ethan Grant, couldn’t be unaware of what was going on between Ethan and Serena Sullivan!
Among those Julian Ford knew, Ethan Grant stood out as the most deeply infatuated.
"Tsk tsk, so it’s to accompany Serena."
"Show off your love, and you’ll die fast."
Thinking of the content Ethan Grant posted in his circle of friends lately, of course, only a few of them could see those posts.
"Don’t let him hear you." Julian Ford took a sip of red wine, a slight smile curving his lips, enchanting all around, "Otherwise, you’ll die fast."
After Julian Ford finished, the smile faded from his lips. The man’s allure outshone the crystal lights, his gaze changed, dimming.
His mind was filled with the scene from four years ago, Ethan Grant in The Grant Family’s bedroom, a scene that still left him shocked and uneasy.