THE MYSTERIOUS HEIR RETURNS

This Marriage Contract is Fake!

Ethan's hands clenched slightly at his sides. The contempt from Diana's family burned through him—not because of pride, but because of the promise his father had made. Years of training had taught him patience.

After the deep thought, Diana concluded that the marriage contract was fake, and she noticed the slight movement of Ethan's hands and narrowed her eyes. “You need to leave,” she said firmly, staring at him with clear disgust. “This contract I'm holding is nothing but a fabrication, and it has nothing to do with me or my family.”

She handed the contract document back to Ethan, and he collected it and slowly relaxed his hands before looking directly at her. “I have already explained why I am here,” he said calmly. “You may believe this contract is a fabrication, but it was signed by our fathers. I did not create it.”

Diana's expression hardened. “I don't care what you claim. You walked into our celebration dressed like this, fought our security guards, and now you're standing here insisting that you're my fiancé.”

“I am insisting because it is the truth,” Ethan replied firmly.

A few elite visitors exchanged amused looks while Marcus folded his arms and shook his head. “You have been given enough chances to leave.”

Ethan turned his eyes toward him. “And I will leave when I choose. You have no right to tell me when to leave.”

The words caused several visitors to laugh, and Damian Cross stepped forward with a mocking smile. “Listen to him. He actually thinks he has a choice.”

Another male visitor chuckled and shook his head. “First, he walks in here claiming to be Diana Alexander's fiancé, and now he's claiming to be the son of the late Jason Voss. How many names has this man invented tonight?”

A female visitor covered her mouth as she laughed. “Exactly. Perhaps he thought using the name Ethan Voss would make his story more believable.”

Another male visitor looked Ethan up and down with a mocking smile. “The late Jason Voss was a powerful man. Now this man suddenly appears in cheap clothes and expects everyone to believe he's his first son. What a ridiculous performance.”

A few more visitors laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle, but Ethan remained calm as though their words meant nothing to him.

Ethan looked at Damian briefly before turning back to Diana. “I didn't come here to fight anyone,” he said. “I came here because of an agreement made by our fathers. If you don't want to accept it, then bring your father here. Let him see the contract.”

Diana's eyes became colder. “You think my father is going to believe you?”

“I don't know what he will believe,” Ethan answered. “But I would rather speak to him directly.”

Gideon slowly stepped forward, his face becoming more threatening. As Diana's maternal uncle, he had watched the entire confrontation with growing anger, and his voice became cold as he addressed Ethan. “You have been standing here long enough,” he said. “You have disrupted our celebration, attacked our security personnel, and now you are demanding to see my brother-in-law as though you have some authority here.”

Ethan remained composed. “I demanded nothing,” he replied. “I asked to speak with him.”

Gideon's eyes narrowed. “You should be careful with your words.”

“I am always careful with my words,” Ethan said firmly.

The tension in the hall grew heavier as Damian Cross gave a quiet laugh. “You really don't understand where you are, do you? This is Alexander Corporation, not some roadside shelter where you can walk in and make demands.”

Several elite visitors laughed again, but Ethan heard them without allowing their mockery to affect him. He slowly looked around the hall, taking in the expensive suits, jewelry, polished floors, and powerful faces surrounding him, yet none of it impressed him. His eyes eventually returned to Diana.

“I am still waiting for your father.” he said coldly.

Diana sighed heavily and looked at him as though she could barely tolerate his presence. “My father doesn't know you,” she said. “He has no reason to meet you, and he certainly has no reason to accept whatever ridiculous claim you're making.”

Ethan's gaze remained steady. “My father is dead,” he said firmly. “At least give me the respect of speaking to the man who signed this contract with him.”

The words instantly changed the atmosphere, and Celeste's face twisted with anger. “How dare you!” she snapped. “My husband doesn't know you, and he can never have anything to do with a cheap, filthy man like you!”

The hall became quiet again as Celeste stepped closer, her voice rising with anger. “Look at yourself! Your clothes alone make it obvious that something is wrong with you. You walk into our celebration dressed like a madman, attack our security, and then expect us to believe that you are connected to our family?”

Ethan said nothing as Celeste pointed toward the entrance. “Get away from my daughter. You should leave before I lose my patience.”

Diana looked Ethan up and down with open disgust before letting out a tired sigh. “She is right,” she said coldly. “You should leave. Whatever you think this contract means, it doesn't give you the right to stand here and force yourself into my life.”

Ethan looked directly at her. “I won't leave because you are pressuring me to.”

Diana's eyes narrowed, and Celeste immediately snapped again. “Of course you won't! You see my daughter, you see her wealth, and you think this is your chance to escape your miserable poverty. You must have created this fake contract because you believe you can force your way into her life.”

She pointed toward the document. “That contract must be fake!”