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."

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

six years prior, she had bribed the hotel staff, pretending to be drunk and entering Ethan's room early, but Ethan never returned

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

course, she confessed because the person who slept in his room until

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

room had

toward her now, he clearly didn't know the truth; he was just bothered by the fact that

explained how she got into his room, Ethan obviously didn't believe

didn't have any illusions about Ethan having feelings for her. She had to

she would make

Hotel during the Chamber of Commerce gala dinner

she feared that one day Ethan would

that woman first, buy her off or

...

club, Ethan talked about anything but work throughout the evening, leaving a very

of a talker, responding only when Otis Phelps asked her

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

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

enjoyment. The next chapter is just

asking. Jasmine really buckled down while she was in prison, and after getting out she's been trying to turn her life around. She's working hard

Phelps paused, apparently clueless about Jasmine's stint in prison. Jasmine gripped her fingers tightly, subtly withdrawing her hand, saying nothing. Everything Harper said was true, beyond Jasmine's ability to dispute. "Jasmine, now that you're out, you've got to put in the work. Anything you 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

remained silent,

glass in hand,

Jasmine

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 glance at Harper. "Harper really

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

enough to know when to hold

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

Otis's sentiment. I regret not knowing her then, not being in a position 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

with intense redness. Sniffling, Jasmine looked up and offered Otis Phelps a smile. "Mr. Otis, let's put the past behind us and look forward to a long-lasting

of the bigger picture, but as an assistant, she felt she had

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