Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 131 Ethan's Drink Was Drugged

"I also hit it off with Mr. Otis. I'll be joining in your car," Ethan said with a convivial

smile, stepping forward to open the passenger door for Otis Phelps.

Otis Phelps was speechless for a moment and was utterly confused. How did the roles reverse?

Jasmine stole a glance at Ethan. Was it her imagination, or did Ethan's smile have a sly, almost foxlike cunning to it?

Before Otis Phelps could gather his wits, Ethan's forthright approach of opening the car door had him taking the passenger seat more out of reflex than choice.

Ethan, after closing the passenger door, opened the backseat door, signaling for Jasmine to hop in with his eyes.

Jasmie was clearly baffled as looked at her CEO. It seemed that he could have mistaken himself as the host.

When Mr. Douglas, with a smile laden with unspoken threats, gestured for her to get in the car quickly, Jasmine felt an intense intimidation.

Shivering slightly, she climbed in and instinctively huddled at the edge.

Harper, somewhat frantic, wanted to speak, but Ethan had already gotten into the car and closed the door.

From the outset, she was shown no mercy.

"Driver, you can start driving. Take it easy on the road; my little assistant here gets car sick," Ethan said coolly, taking charge in a way that bordered on audacious.

Harper was dumbfounded. She stood by the roadside, watching Otis Phelps' car drive away, seething with frustration.

"Harper, shall we head out?" her secretary called, driving up to escort Harper away.

Her eyes brimming with tears, Harper gripped the wine box in her hands tightly. "Is everything ready?"

The secretary nodded. "The right bottle has been spiked. Mr. Douglas won't touch spirits or liquor; he only sips a little red wine, and Mr. Otis isn't fond of it, so we've prepared alternatives. You needn't worry."

Harper took a deep breath and clenched her fists. "Let's go."

Arriving at their destination, Harper reminded in a serious tone, "Don't forget to have the reporters wait at the hotel tonight."

thinking she had no more ties with Ethan, only for him to suddenly appear and

hotel staff, pretending to be drunk and entering Ethan's room early, but Ethan never returned to his room

six years later, Ethan had actively come looking for her, probing about the person he'd been with that night in

who slept in

it now, if Ethan hadn't returned to his room, who really slept with him at

room had

he was just

into

have any illusions about Ethan having feelings for her. She had to secure this man first,

she would make Ethan

for me who stayed at the San Francisco Bellagio Hotel during the Chamber of Commerce gala dinner six years ago?"

she feared that one day Ethan would uncover the

woman first,

...

exclusive club, Ethan talked about anything but work throughout the

talker, responding only when Otis

by sophomore year and planned on double majoring. Did you end up studying business management later on?" Otis Phelps was curious about Jasmine's subsequent

conceal the truth. "Mr. Otis, you might not be aware, but some things happened, and

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while she was in prison, and after getting out she's been trying

want, you've got to earn with your own skills and hard work. You can't go back to your old ways. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You've enjoyed twenty years of wealth without earning it, but eventually, you have to pay back what you owe," Harper exhaled deeply, her face wearing an expression of 'I'm saying this for your own good.' "We're all friends here. I'm really fond

silent,

glass in

Jasmine

to stop it. If you got hit by a pie falling from the sky while walking down the street, is it the fault of the pie or the who threw it? The person who gets hit is innocent, right?" Ethan put down his glass, casting a sidelong

reddening as he opened and shut

Serena, smart enough to know when

an outstanding girl; I thought the Wilson family would've kept her close

to help," Ethan raised his glass again, taking a sip to steer the conversation elsewhere. "This wine is good; Wonton has a keen eye for picking wine, but like people, you need to taste it for yourself. Can't rely on

Phelps a smile. "Mr. Otis, let's put

were things Ethan doesn't say because of the bigger picture, but as an assistant,

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