Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 0161

Michael’s mind was on the fritz that night. “What… what did you just say?”

Evel glanced around, nonchalantly suggesting, “Perhaps you should consult the boss.”

In fact, Evel wasn’t wrong. At that very moment, Ethan had indeed. just been admitted to the hospital, getting a gash on his forehead treated.

Ethan had kept the incident from Madison, not wanting her to worry or rush over in the middle of the night, which could invite danger and only increase his own anxiety.

When Michael arrived at the hospital, he was fuming, really pull this off?”

Did Shihua

Ethan remained silent, casually changing into an identical set of dress shirt and suit in the hospital room.

The driver was still shaking off the shock, “It was her.”

“She came at us from the rear right side, obviously trying to force our car to stop. But President Grant didn’t want to see her. Who knew she’d actually ram into us. I didn’t anticipate it, and President Grant got hurt because of my negligence.”

Despite the self-blame, the driver’s injuries were more visible than

Ethan’s.

Thankfully, the car’s quality ensured that the glass didn’t shatter, and it was only due to the sudden impact that Ethan’s forehead and nose. had suffered hits.

Next to Ethan’s condition, the driver’s swollen, bruised nose made

him look much more pitiful.

Having changed, Ethan turned around, his face devoid of the usual sly smile, now nowhere to be seen.

“Issue a company-wide announcement overnight detailing the reasons for Shihua’s dismissal. Consult with Michael on the exact phrasing. I want to see the statement on Mukino International’s official website by midnight.”

Michael, who had known Ethan for years, could sense an unusual anger in him, even more so than when he had struck Lucas a few days back.

It was clear that anger was an understatement. Ethan was enraged.

Ethan and the driver left first, and Evel followed like a midnight specter, soundless in her steps.

Michael, unable to shake his lawyer’s habit, was already pondering the various consequences of the incident, his thoughts unavoidably darkening.

“What do you think will follow from this? In your experience,” Michael asked Evel as they walked side by side.

Evel was once again surprised he would seek her opinion.

Her expression was indifferent, almost contemplative. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

It wasn’t until they had left the hospital’s elevator that Evel finally responded: “If her feelings are pure, without ulterior motives.”

Listening to her slow speech, Michael was itching to curse out loud. Why did she have to speak so slowly, and with such labored breath?

But recalling Evel’s capabilities, he restrained himself, desperate not to provoke her wrath at such a young age.

“She will grow increasingly unhinged, likely even ally with the boss’s

enemies…”

Michael tensed up, “Really?”

Evel nodded her head serenely: “Yes.”

“So certain?”

Strolling in the night, Evel reminisced, “I once took on… a business transaction.”

“It’s called a “job,” Michael corrected her.

Evel’s gaze turned icy, and Michael quickly acquiesced, “Okay, fine, a transaction.

“The client wanted me to kill a middle-aged man because he wouldn’t be with her.”

“Just because he wouldn’t be with her, she hired an assassin?”

“Buy chests?” Evel’s confusion was apparent, “No chests… she hired me.”

It took Michael a moment to comprehend her meaning, and he exploded, “Not a woman’s chest! Hiring a hitman means commissioning someone to kill!”

“Oh,” she nodded slowly, finally grasping the concept.

Evel, not a native speaker, struggled with the nuances of local idioms.

Understanding as much as she did now was quite an achievement.

Upon found Madison sound asleep.

9 to Mukino Mansions with William’s car bet

But Evel noticed two extra pairs of shoes at the door, deducing the

other women had returned. Her newfound interest in local language and culture prompted her to wait for Amelia to wake up to learn more.

Ethan tiptoed back to the master bedroom.

Madison was sleeping soundly on one side, ever so still in her slumber. However, she had been waiting for Ethan to return, thus barely touching deep sleep.

As Ethan sat down by the bed, Madison opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep away, “You’re back.”

He had deliberately left the main lights off, opting for the soft glow from the hallway’s sconces to avoid revealing the cut on his forehead.

“Did I wake you?”

Ethan leaned over, caressing her cheek tenderly, “Go back to sleep.

After a brief silence, Madison responded softly, “Okay.”

Ethan showered quickly, slipped into his pajamas, and returned to

bed.

No sooner had he lain down than Madison turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Ethan tensed for a moment before relaxing and drawing her fully

into his embrace.

The

huggled, the more deeply Ethan desired to make her

ext morning:

melia had just woken up and was changing her clothes when she opened the door, barely avoiding a startle from the expressionless face waiting outside.

“You… need something?”

Evel held a book of idioms, “Flight Attendant Cozzi, are you free today?”

With a hoarse voice from just waking up, Amelia replied, “I’m free, I’m

free.”

The enigmatic Eagleton was not someone Amelia dared offend, not when she knew Evel had once dared to attempt an assassination on President Grant himself!

Without any airs, Evel squeezed past Amelia into the room.

When Jessica, from the next room, came over in a lazy stretch to find her, she saw the usually confident and sunny Amelia looking utterly defeated, chin propped on her hand, and listening to the assassin’s questions.

“What are you guys up to?”

Evel glanced at her, then stood and nodded, “Miss.”

Respect was due to the boss’s sister, after all.

Without waiting for Jessica’s reply, Evel sat back down and resumed her relentless inquiry with Amelia.

Her desire for knowledge was voracious, to say the least.

Amelia was beyond help, her voice flat as she turned to Jessica,” Why didn’t I find learning idioms this dull, boring, and tedious when I was in school?”

But what she really wanted to say was…

How can such a person with this kind of mental wiring even exist in this world?!

Just moments ago, she had tried to simplify an idiom for Evel.

[One who frequents the riverbank will eventually get their shoes wet]

And the assassin had seriously and confusedly retorted, “Wouldn’t wearing leather shoes keep them dry?”

She also questioned, “Why walk by the river at all? Doesn’t the country have many bridges? And one can drive a car.”

Indeed.

What a curious question!