MTLNOVEL Chapter 208
At that moment Clarissa's hands trembled as she replayed the video, her eyes wide with even more
disbelief. First, she watched the confessions—raw and damning, the directors admitting to every crime, including Susy's death.
Then, the scene shifted.
The camera showed their gruesome end, the shots precise and merciless.
Though the shooter wasn't visible, it didn't take much for her to piece it together.
At that moment her gaze snapped to Ethan, her expression a mix of shock and fear. Her voice, usually composed, wavered as she spoke. "Who… who are you?"
she asked, her tone almost a whisper.
She has been looking at Ethan like a university student, but from what she just saw the look on his face right from when they were kidnapped, and his calm words just confirmed everything.
He's not just a regular university kid, something is definitely going on around him, and it was something that she doesn't want to mess with.
However Ethan stood silently, his face calm and unreadable, but that only made her more uneasy.
"This isn't normal," she continued, her voice rising slightly.
"Having this much money, this much power—it's not something people just have. It's… rare. Impossible to accomplish."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with suspicion and fear, as she stared at him, waiting for an answer she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.
But she really wants to hear Ethan say something.
At that moment Ethan met Clarissa's fearful gaze, his expression calm and resolute.
"I'm just a man," he said quietly, "who can't stand injustice, and allow some old men to destroy a family, and my business."
His words hung in the air for a moment before he stepped aside, unlocking the restraints and releasing her.
Clarissa stood, her eyes still searching his face for more answers. She knows it's far beyond what he just said, but she said nothing more. Together, they walked out of the warehouse, leaving the chaos behind.
It was the next day, the contracts were redone, every detail now properly in place.
Clarissa ensured there would be no loopholes this time, and Ethan signed with calm precision. To mark the occasion, they decided to celebrate.
Clarissa chose a small but elegant restaurant in the city, and Ethan, always composed, agreed without hesitation.
The atmosphere was warm and lively, the scent of freshly prepared dishes wafting through the air as they sat at their reserved table. Ethan glanced around, taking in the cozy ambiance, when a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.
"Good evening," the waitress said politely, placing menus on the table.
At that moment Ethan looked up and froze. It was Annabelle. His mind raced as he took in her presence. Annabelle? Here? She wasn't in her hospital uniform, although she remembered she was quiet — But he wasn't expecting her to be in a simple waitress outfit, her hair tied back neatly.
At that moment Annabelle's eyes met Ethan, and for a moment, she seemed just as surprised.
Ethan's calm demeanor faltered slightly.
'She left the hospital… to work here?'
he thought to himself, his mind flooded with questions he wasn't ready to ask.
However he thought she got a better job or went back to school or something, this was the last place he was expecting to see her.
Clarissa noticed the brief exchange between Ethan and the waitress, her sharp eyes catching the flicker of recognition on Ethan's face.
As Annabelle walked away without saying any word, Immediately Clarissa leaned in slightly, her curiosity evident.
"Do you know her?" she asked, her tone casual but probing.
Ethan nodded, his expression neutral. "She's a friend," he said simply, offering no further details.
Upon hearing Ethan respond Clarissa raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. The rest of the meal passed with light conversation, though Ethan's mind occasionally wandered back to Annabelle and the unexpected encounter.
When they finished eating, Clarissa pushed back her chair and stood. "Thank you, Ethan," she said, her tone genuine.
"For everything you did for my family. I'll take care of the next steps."
Ethan nodded, watching as she left the restaurant. Moments later, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He stepped outside and answered it, his voice low.
"It's done, boss," one of his men reported.
"The bodies have been buried. No trace left behind."
At that moment Ethan's jaw tightened slightly, but his voice remained calm.
"Good. Make sure it stays that way."
He ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable as he stood under the city lights, his thoughts a storm beneath his composed exterior.
However Ethan lingered outside the restaurant, leaning casually against the wall as he waited. The night was quiet, the soft hum of traffic in the distance. His gaze was fixed on the door, and when Annabelle finally emerged, he straightened slightly, ready to approach her.
But before he could take a step, a sleek, fancy sports car pulled up to the curb.
The driver, a sharply dressed man with an air that immediately struck Ethan as suspicious, leaned over and opened the door.
Annabelle climbed in without hesitation, her expression unreadable.
At that moment Ethan froze, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction.
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he wondered. For a moment, he debated whether he should just leave her be.
'Maybe it's none of my business.'
However the thought of the guy kept ringing in his head, from the little chat he had with Annabelle, he never for once thought she would have a boyfriend this rich and she felt uncomfortable about his spending in the store.
At that moment he turned to walk away, when the deafening sound of screeching tires and a metallic crash stopped him in his tracks. Spinning around, he saw the sports car veer wildly out of control and collide with a nearby building, the front end crumpling like paper against the wall.
Immediately Ethan's heart raced as he sprinted toward the wreckage, his instincts taking over.
The scene was chaotic, glass scattered everywhere, and smoke began to rise from the engine. "What the hell just happened?"
he thought, his focus now solely on getting Annabelle out.