novelxo Chapter 615
Chapter 615
Ethan brought Olivia back home. She was still suffering from the aftershock.
When she recalled what had happened in the mall, she couldn’t help but say, “Ethan, today, I bumped into-”
His phone rang, interrupting her. He was so busy that his phone didn’t stop ringing throughout the journey.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” he answered the call before looking at her. “What did you want to tell me, Liv? What happened in the mall?”
She sighed. “It’s nothing important. Go ahead and come back early.”
“Okay.” He stroked her head and turned to leave.
Olivia thought about that strange person. Even if that person wasn’t a bad guy, she figured that it wouldn’t be something important.
She was merely worried about how things would go now that it had come this far.
It was cloudy. Ethan, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was wearing a gloomy expression.
Considering that Brent and Kelvin were detained and what Olivia had encountered, it was natural for Ethan to be this moody.
He had been paying attention to public opinion about the matter.
“Mr. Miller, things have come this far. Are we still not going to release an official statement?”
Ethan caressed his ring repeatedly. “No. No one will believe it without evidence. Plus…” He stopped midway.
Cyril gazed at the cold-looking Ethan through the rearview mirror. Murderous intent was looming in the air from Ethan.
“I want to know who’s the one plotting all this. Just let it be. Their good days won’t last long.”
Cyril had a feeling that Ethan already knew who it was although he didn’t say it.
Ethan’s men had found out the mastermind who hired the assassins. He didn’t expect it to be an old acquaintance.
“There it is, Sunset Mansion.”
Ethan snorted lightly in response.
Sunset Mansion was located at the seaside. It was an ancient building with an aesthetically pleasing and romantic touch.
It was a hot place for pictures during summer evenings.
However, it was winter right now. The gloomy clouds gave it a slightly desolate and eerie mood.
Upon entering the yard, Ethan saw a woman’s side profile.
She was wearing a long wool coat while enjoying her coffee gracefully. Her red nails were rather striking in contrast with the white cup.
The sea breeze was strong, but she appeared calm and collected. She looked out of place with the bad weather.
Hearing footsteps, she turned to look at the incoming man.
The black coat outlined Ethan’s built stature, and his expression remained icy as usual.
With a cold air around him, he approached Kayla Harper, who was wearing full makeup.
She greeted, “Long time no see, Mr. Miller.”
Her brief salutation dripped with friendly sentiments.
Instead of going along with the courtesy, he dived right into the topic. “Where’s the evidence?”
She chuckled. “You’re still the cold man as ever. Since you’re already here, why don’t you take a seat and have a cup of coffee?”
“No need for that. I’m busy. All you have to do is to tell me where the evidence is.”
Considering that Ethan wasn’t being patient with her, Kayla took a few snippets out of her branded bag. “Look at these yourself.”
The photo wasn’t complete; it had been torn.
After piecing the snippets together, it vaguely showed a tall man in a janitor uniform strangling Mara, leaving her feet dangling in midair.
It was the perfect evidence to clear up the misunderstanding!
“Is this present significant enough to open the floor for negotiation?” Kayla set her cup down before propping her chin while resting her elbow lazily.
Only then did Ethan sit down. The photo had been edited, hence the blurry image. On top of that, it had been torn. He could tell that she was a careful person.
“What’s your condition?”