CHAPTER 68
Author: AL Farwa
last update2026-05-03 23:50:04

Vanessa stood frozen in the middle of the Kidman Corporation lobby, her hand still pressed against her burning cheek, tears streaming down her face. Around her, employees in expensive suits stopped their conversations, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them.

She could feel their stares. Could sense their judgment. Could practically hear their thoughts: *Who is this woman? Why is she being dragged through the lobby? Why is that man hitting her in public?*

The shame was unbearabl
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    Ethan reached out and gently tapped Rebecca's arm, interrupting her mid-explanation about the International Acquisitions department's quarterly targets."Aunt Rebecca," he said quietly, gesturing toward Marcus Kane's office. "That man there—do you know him well?"Rebecca paused, turning to look more carefully at Marcus through the glass wall. Her brow furrowed slightly as she considered the question."Marcus Kane?" She shook her head. "Not particularly well, no. He's an employee. A senior manager, yes, but still just an employee among thousands. Our relationship is purely formal—occasional progress reports, quarterly reviews, that sort of thing."She turned back to Ethan, her sharp eyes studying his face with renewed interest. "Why do you ask, young master? What's your interest in Marcus Kane specifically?"Ethan was about to respond when the office door opened and Marcus Kane himself stepped out into the hallway.He looked even worse up close than he had through the glass. His nose w

  • CHAPTER 68

    Vanessa stood frozen in the middle of the Kidman Corporation lobby, her hand still pressed against her burning cheek, tears streaming down her face. Around her, employees in expensive suits stopped their conversations, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them.She could feel their stares. Could sense their judgment. Could practically hear their thoughts: *Who is this woman? Why is she being dragged through the lobby? Why is that man hitting her in public?*The shame was unbearable. Absolutely crushing.And suddenly, something inside Vanessa snapped."How DARE you!" she screamed at Derek, her voice echoing across the marble lobby. "How DARE you put your hands on me AGAIN! In PUBLIC!"Derek's eyes widened with alarm. "Vanessa, lower your voice—""NO!" Vanessa's voice rose even higher. "I'm DONE lowering my voice! I'm DONE being quiet! I'm DONE being treated like GARBAGE by you and your DISGUSTING family!"She looked around at all the watching faces, at the phones that wer

  • CHAPTER 67

    Ethan stepped into the magnificent lobby of Kidman Corporation, James at his side, barely sparing a glance at the opulent surroundings. Marble floors so polished they reflected like mirrors. Soaring ceilings with crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than most houses. Art pieces that belonged in museums. Everything screamed wealth and power.But Ethan's attention was focused on reaching the private elevator that would take him to the executive floors where Rebecca was waiting.As they crossed the lobby, Ethan's peripheral vision caught something—a familiar figure standing at the reception desk. The posture, the height, the way the person carried themselves.Derek Morrison.Ethan's step didn't falter. He didn't slow down, didn't turn his head, didn't give any indication he'd recognized his half-brother. What was Derek doing here at Kidman Corporation? Meeting with someone? Trying to secure a business deal?It didn't matter.

  • CHAPTER 66

    The Kidman Corporation headquarters dominated the city skyline like a monument to absolute power and limitless wealth.Ethan sat in the back of the luxury sedan, his gaze tilted upward through the tinted windows, trying to fully comprehend the sheer scale of what he was looking at. The building wasn't just tall—it was a statement. A declaration. A physical manifestation of dominance that made every other structure in the city look like a child's toy by comparison.One hundred and fifty stories of gleaming steel and reflective glass soared into the sky, the top floors literally disappearing into the low-hanging clouds that had rolled in that morning. The architecture was modern but timeless, angular but elegant, designed by someone who understood that true wealth didn't need to scream—it simply needed to exist, undeniable and overwhelming.The building's facade seemed to shift colors with the light, panels of specialized glass catching the sun and reflecting it in shades of silver, gol

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    Vincent Bianco's expression remained carefully neutral, but his eyes held a gleam of satisfaction that Charlotte recognized all too well. It was the look he got when one of his carefully laid plans began bearing fruit."So Ethan Morrison came to your rescue," Vincent said, his tone casual but deliberate. "How remarkable. What a fortunate coincidence that he happened to be passing by at exactly the right moment."Charlotte's jaw tightened. "Yes. Very fortunate.""And he handled the situation himself?" Vincent pressed. "Dealt with multiple attackers? Protected you from harm?""Grandfather, I already said the situation was handled—""By ETHAN," Vincent interrupted, his voice taking on a tone of deliberate emphasis. "By the young man I invited to our dinner. The same young man you dismissed as beneath your notice."Charlotte's face flushed. "I never said he was—""You didn't have to SAY it," Vincent cut her off. "It was written all over your face that entire evening. The way you looked at

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    Uncle West nodded vigorously at Charlotte's words, his expression still troubled but determined. Without another word, he turned and hurried toward where Ethan was standing with James, clearly preparing to get into their car."Mr. Morrison! Mr. Morrison, please wait!" Uncle West called out, his voice urgent.Charlotte watched from a distance as Uncle West reached Ethan, saw him bow deeply—far deeper than necessary—and begin what was clearly an earnest, emotional expression of gratitude. Ethan's expression remained neutral, though he seemed to acknowledge Uncle West's thanks with a brief nod.The scene made Charlotte's chest tighten with an emotion she couldn't quite name. Shame? Embarrassment? Resentment that she wasn't the one expressing gratitude?"Come on," she said abruptly to Lina, turning away. "Let's get back to the car. I need to get to the office."Lina followed, but her expression was troubled. "Charlotte, wait. Aren't you going to go thank him too? Ethan literally saved you

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