Hearing the sudden uproar, Seraphina hurriedly stepped forward, her voice hurried and trembling, "Senior, please calm down. This matter is too sudden. I don't even know Ethan well..."
Before she could finish, the beautiful middle-aged woman intercepted her, delivering two sharp slaps.
"Shut up, you dog!"
Her words rang out fiercely, sharp enough to cut through the tension in the air.
Seraphina clutched her reddened cheeks, burning with anger, her glare sharp enough to pierce through Ethan.
All this turmoil was because of him.
He deserved everything that was coming his way.
Ethan narrowed his eyes, a faint smile creeping over his lips.
Good. The plan had worked perfectly.
This was the art of diverting misfortune onto others.
"Seraphina, how do you plan to withstand the wrath of the Ashenvale family?"
"Don't die yet," Ethan whispered with icy amusement.
"You must live to repay the debts you owe. Death would be far too dull a punishment."
