Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!

Chapter 17: Enzogrande's takeover

The next morning, Ethan found himself standing before the towering glass structure of Enzogrande Corporation, its mirrored walls reflecting the sun like a fortress of wealth and influence. 

The name “Enzogrande” gleamed in silver above the entrance, a reminder that this place was not just a company—it was a citadel of power, and only those who belonged at the very top dared to step inside.

Today was the day the transfer of ownership would be finalized. Today, Ethan would sign the documents that would grant him control over one of the largest corporations in the city. 

It was also the day the Robbins family’s fate would tilt in an entirely new direction, though none of them had the faintest idea of what was about to unfold.

Ethan exhaled deeply, and steadied his breath. To the casual eye, he looked calm and collected, but he knew better—this was only the beginning of a storm that would sweep across not just his life, but Emma’s, Chloe’s, and everyone entangled in their bitter struggle.

He had just taken his first step toward the entrance when a sharp, mocking voice pierced the air.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the ex-convict himself.”

Ethan turned. Loretta stood a few feet away, dressed in a fitted blazer and pencil skirt that screamed confidence, though her smirk carried nothing but disdain. She crossed her arms, her eyes scanning him up and down as if he were a beggar who had wandered too close to luxury.

“What are you doing here, Ethan?” she asked, her tone dripping with mockery. “Don’t tell me—you’re applying for a job as a cleaner? Or maybe a security guard? That would make sense. At least then you could sneak Emma some favors, right?”

Her words stung, but Ethan remained silent, his gaze steady. In the short time he had got to know Loretta, he was already used to her biting tongue, though today, of all days, her timing was particularly unwelcome.

“You think walking in here will change anything?” Loretta pressed on, stepping closer. “This place isn’t for people like you. It’s for winners. For people who know how to play the game. You and Emma? You’re just—”

“Enough, Loretta,” Ethan finally said, his voice low but firm. “You’ll regret underestimating us.”

She blinked, surprised for a moment at his calm defiance, but quickly recovered with a laugh. “Regret? Please. The only regret here is you wasting your morning. I’ll make sure you don’t even get through the front desk.”

As their exchange heated, the commotion drew the attention of the head of security, a broad-shouldered man in his late thirties, wearing a pressed uniform and an air of self-importance.

“What seems to be the problem here, Miss?” the security head asked, his eyes flicking briefly to Ethan before settling on Loretta, a hint of admiration shining in them.

Loretta gave a dramatic sigh, playing her part. “Oh, nothing serious. Just some… nobody trying to get in where he doesn’t belong. Honestly, I think he’s here looking for work. Cleaner, janitor, maybe? I told him this isn’t the place for him, but he won’t listen.”

The head of security sneered at Ethan, seizing the opportunity to impress Loretta. “Don’t worry, miss. I’ll take care of this.”

He turned to Ethan, his tone sharp. “You heard the lady. People like you have no business loitering around here. Go on, move along before I make you.”

Ethan met his glare but didn’t budge. “I’m here on official business,” he said calmly.

The security man barked a laugh. “Official business? What, polishing the floors? Don’t make me laugh. Move!” He gave Ethan a shove.

Loretta smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “See? Even the staff know your place. I’ll be inside, Ethan. When I come back out, maybe you’ll have realized reality.”

With that, she tossed her hair, gave the head of security a flirty smile, and walked through the revolving doors into the building. The man’s chest puffed with pride at her attention.

“Don’t worry, miss,” he called after her. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

Ethan’s patience wore thin. This was no ordinary inconvenience; today was too important to be stalled by petty insults and arrogant men. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Jules Thunder,” he said once the line connected, his voice still calm. “Send your PA outside. There’s a situation that needs handling.”

Minutes later, the glass doors opened again. A young man in a tailored suit strode out briskly—Jules Thunder’s personal assistant. His expression was professional, but when he saw Ethan standing there with the security chief barking insults at him, his eyes darkened with outrage.

“What is going on here?” the PA demanded.

The security chief gave a dismissive snort. “This guy was loitering around, disturbing Miss Loretta. I was about to throw him off the premises.”

The PA froze for half a second, then suddenly exploded. His hand cracked sharply across the security chief’s face with a slap so fierce it echoed off the marble walls.

“You dare!” the PA thundered, his voice filled with fury. Another slap followed, and another, each one sharper than the last. The man staggered, clutching his cheek, his confidence shattered.

“This man,” the PA barked, pointing at Ethan, “is here by direct authority. Do you have any idea who you just insulted? Who you dared to lay your filthy hands on?”

The security chief stammered, his earlier arrogance gone. “I… I didn’t… I thought—”

“Thought?” the PA snapped, his eyes blazing. “You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to know your place. And your place is no longer here.” He jabbed a finger toward the street. “You’re fired. Right now. Get out before I call the police to escort you out like the garbage you are.”

The man’s face flushed with embarrassment. He looked desperately toward the building, as though Loretta might emerge to save him, but she was long gone inside, oblivious to his downfall. Shoulders slumped, he muttered something incoherent and stumbled away, humiliated.

The PA turned back to Ethan immediately, his demeanor shifting to one of deep respect. He bowed slightly. “Mr. Ethan, please forgive this foolishness. I’ll personally escort you inside.”

Ethan gave a small nod, though his expression remained unreadable. “Thank you. Let’s not waste any more time.”