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."

ties with Ethan, only for him to suddenly appear and question her about that night six

the hotel staff, pretending to be drunk and entering Ethan's room early, but

actively come looking for her, probing about the person he'd been with that night in the

the person who slept in his room

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

room

didn't know the truth; he was just bothered by the fact

got into his room, Ethan obviously didn't believe

illusions about Ethan having feelings for her. She had to

were married, she would make Ethan fall

who stayed at the San Francisco Bellagio Hotel during the Chamber of Commerce gala dinner six years

feeling a bit anxious, she feared that one day Ethan would

find that woman first, buy her off or make

...

room of the exclusive club, Ethan talked about anything but work throughout the evening,

of a 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

to conceal the truth. "Mr. Otis, you might not be aware, but some

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

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

silent,

a glass in hand, turned his

all, Jasmine was

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 glance at Harper. "Harper really needs to brush

rendered speechless by Ethan's rebuff, his face reddening as he opened and shut

enough to know

the true and false heiress case too, but didn't pry into the details. Jasmine is such an outstanding girl; I thought the Wilson family would've kept her close out of affection... It's a pity," Otis Phelps remarked with regret. "Jasmine, why didn't you reach out to me back then? I would have definitely helped you if I

Otis's sentiment. I regret not knowing her then, not being in a position to help," Ethan raised his glass again, taking a

her eyes brimming with intense redness. Sniffling, Jasmine looked up and offered Otis Phelps a smile. "Mr. Otis, let's put the past behind us and look

because of the bigger picture, but as an assistant,

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