Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 13

After finishing the repairs, Ethan Blackwood left and returned to the yard, where Jasmine was sitting on a swing, playing with the kids.

She noticed Ethan and looked over with her bright almond-shaped eyes, asking, "Are you leaving?" In this place, she followed Ethan's lead.

After all, she had to listen to her husband. "Yeah, I'm leaving," Ethan nodded. Morgan Moore had called him; he had managed to buy the most expensive necklace in Panama City.

"Great," Jasmine said, jumping off the swing. She greeted each of the kids before heading away. "The little one's clothes seem a bit thin; I need to get her something new," she thought aloud.

"And Jade too; her dress has a hole in it, letting in the cold. " As they walked back, Jasmine was lost in thoughts about the orphanage when Ethan interrupted her.

"Hey, I need to step out for a bit. If there's anything going on at your company, just let me know." Ethan Blackwood sighed.

"Trouble, a lot of trouble!" Jasmine's tone was somewhat mournful, as if she were blaming Ethan for pulling her back from her dream world into the cold reality. In the real world, she had plenty of problems.

"The CEO, the chief accountant, and even the foreign affairs minister of my company have all been poached by the Jackson family group. My company is just a shell now."

"Who do you want?"

"Evelyn, the chief CEO in the Empire Project. She's incredibly skilled and a standout in all of Panama City.

Then there's Oscar, an exceptional accountant, and Nathan, a real gem in Panama City's foreign affairs.

These are the people I want to recruit, but there's no way I can get them. They wouldn't even consider my little company." Jasmine lamented, feeling sorry for herself.

These individuals were the best in Panama City; even big companies struggled to attract them, let alone her small firm. "I don't know why you're bringing this up. Just go home," Ethan replied.

Jasmine Thompson walked ahead, a bit annoyed. However, after taking a couple of steps, she realized that Ethan Blackwood hadn't followed her. She turned around and asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"I have some things to take care of. I'll be back later," Ethan replied.

"Alright, fine," Jasmine pouted before leaving.

"Okay," Ethan said, watching Jasmine disappear from his sight before turning to leave himself. He was meeting Morgan Moore at a cafe called "Big Brew."

When Ethan arrived at Big Brew, he didn't see Morgan Moore but instead spotted a girl. She was quirky yet elegant in a cream-colored top, her features strikingly beautiful, making her stand out in the cafe.

Ethan didn't see Morgan, but the girl noticed him right away and walked over. "Are you Mr. Ethan Blackwood? My brother had an emergency and couldn't make it, so he sent me to deliver this. Also, he wanted Doctor Ethan to take a look at my condition."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Chloe Moore, Morgan Moore younger sister," Chloe replied.

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Ethan," she gestured for Ethan Blackwood to take a seat. Holding a small box in her hands, she didn't plan to give it to him just yet. Instead, she sat down and said, "Doctor Ethan, I've been having constant stomach pains lately. I've been to the hospital multiple times, but they all say I'm fine. I don't have any illness."

"No, you do have an illness," Ethan Blackwood leaned back in his chair and replied. At his words, Chloe froze for a moment, but inside, she was actually overjoyed.

She knew it!

This guy was a fraud, and her brother didn't believe her. She had just returned from abroad today, having heard about her grandfather's condition.

But upon her return, she learned that a young kid had crying, throwing tantrums, and even threatening to hang herself, he finally agreed.

So, in reality, she wasn't sick at all. She had pretended to be ill just to see this so-called Doctor Ethan. Sure enough, she arrived claiming to be sick.

Wasn't this just a ruse?

Wasn't she just exposing this fraud? It was all part of her clever plan, Chloe Moore, to reveal this scammer. But just then, Ethan Blackwood spoke again, "You are sick, but it's in your head."

"Mr. Ethan, what do you mean by that?" Chloe was taken aback. This time, she was genuinely stunned.

"You think that by surrounding yourself with so many people, you can take me down? You think that by putting on this pitiful act, pretending to have a stomachache when you're perfectly fine, you can outsmart me? How ridiculous! A mere Moore family thinks they can take on me?" Ethan Blackwood slammed his hand on the table, sending the spoons flying off with a clatter.

Screams echoed through the room. Chloe Moore face turned pale at the sound!

Just then, an elderly man leaped out from the back room, charging toward Ethan Blackwood. However, Ethan simply raised his dark eyes.

"Get lost!" In an instant, the old man was violently thrown back against the wall, a mouthful of blood spilling forth, leaving him stunned on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. This young man... was incredibly strong!

"Elliott... Elliott..." Elliott was completely frozen in shock. Elliott was an elder of the Moore family, a martial arts master in his prime.

Even in his old age, he had advanced further in his martial arts skills, making him nearly unbeatable within the family.

He had never feared anyone in real combat. Being a martial arts master was no joke. But here he was, suddenly knocked back by a mere shout.

Ethan Blackwood stepped closer to Chloe Moore, extending his hand. "Give me the item."

"Yes." Chloe Moore quickly handed over the items, saying, "Mr. Ethan, I take full responsibility for this. It was my personal offense, and I ask you to punish me for it. This matter has nothing to do with the Moore family." At that moment, she fully understood the terrifying presence of Ethan Blackwood. He was not someone to be trifled with!

Absolutely not!

"By the way, Mr. Ethan, this necklace is called 'Heart of an Angel,' crafted by the renowned master. As for the flowers you requested, we've already prepared them.

They are the finest batch of Western Prague roses, and we will airlift them to ensure their freshness," Chloe said respectfully.

Cold sweat trickled down her face!