Chapter 669
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To anyone watching, she seemed to be idly munching and playing with her phone. But in truth, she was observing Ethan’s every move through the screen.
Then, by sheer luck, something caught her eye. Her camera picked up the slight motion of Maxley’s hand as he slipped something into Ethan’s drink. It was a filthy trick, and Greta’s breath caught in her throat.
She almost gasped aloud. The Prince from Plieca, resorting to such underhanded tactics?
Thank goodness she had noticed. If not for her watchful eye, Ethan would have walked right into disaster.
Without hesitation, she sent Brenna a message to warn her about the situation.
Sure, Greta had feelings for Ethan. She wanted more than anything to steal him from Brenna. But this was something she had no power to stop on her own.
She couldn’t stand by and watch Ethan walk straight into a trap.
Brenna’s phone lit up with a soft buzz. She glanced down and read the message. Then, she gently nudged Ethan with her elbow, showing him the warning.
After seeing the message, Ethan remained composed. He held the glass of wine but didn’t bring it to his lips.
Maxley was infamous for this kind of thing. He was a master manipulator.
Having dealt with him long enough, Rosie knew all too well what he was capable of. Drug the drink, wait until the target was unconscious, then snap a few damning photos. It was Maxley’s sick little game to force people into doing his bidding.
Because of this, Maxley’s reputation was far from good. Sure, his influence had grown over the years, but so had the long list of enemies he had made along the way.
Ethan had heard rumors about these tactics from a manager back in Plieca. Still, he hadn’t expected Maxley to dare pull such a stunt on him.
What baffled him even more was that Maxley had shown up to their meeting carrying drugs. It was outrageous.
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Ethan wondered if Rosie knew about this. If she did, then she was worse than he had believed. Only moments ago, she had talked about how they had grown up together. And yet here she was, helping Maxley scheme against him?
She should have at least considered where they were. The Imperial Bar was his territory. To think she would try to pull this off here? What was she thinking? She was a fool to believe such a cheap trick would ever work.
Ethan’s eyes gleamed with coldness. Without a word, he set the wine glass on the table, slipped out his phone, and fired off a few messages.
Then, he tucked the phone back into his pocket.
He turned to Maxley and began to speak with him.
Brenna stayed by his side, listening in silence.
It only took a handful of exchanges before both Ethan and Maxley rose to their feet.
Ethan said to Brenna, “You all have fun here. I’m stepping out with Maxley to talk about the project.”
Brenna nodded and saw them off.
The moment they were gone, Brenna’s phone buzzed with a message from Ethan: “This is my territory. Since he dares to scheme against me, I will teach him a lesson.”
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