Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 174 Ethan Warns Jasmine against Premature Dating

Ethan sat broodingly in front of his computer and pointed to where Jasmine should be. "Get to work."

Jasmine's eyes were red with tears welling up, unsure if Ethan doubted her trustworthiness.

"No dating!" After a prolonged silence, Ethan's deep voice scolded her.

Jasmine turned to look at Ethan, responding with a bewildered "Oh." As an adult, his scolding didn't seem particularly useful in advising her not to date at her age.

While Jasmine went to her own station to work, Ethan stealthily downloaded the encrypted files from Daniel's computer to the desktop, then transferred them onto his phone, and swiftly deleted them.

"Mr. Ethan... aren't you going to check the people around you?" Jasmine squirmed anxiously, afraid that Ethan might suspect her but also wanting to prove her innocence. "In such cases, it's usually a virus that has infected the computer."

Ethan leaned back in his chair and tapped on the desk as he called out for Liam.

Outside the door, Liam, who had been eavesdropping, rushed in panicking. "Mr. Ethan! I'm here."

"Who entered my office after I left yesterday afternoon?" Ethan asked. He'd normally check his computer every day, but yesterday... in the chaos of dealing with the paternity test, he'd rushed off without shutting it down.

However, Liam usually shut it down for him before leaving work. That meant, after he left and before Liam finished for the day, someone had accessed his computer.

"No one, just me and Jasmine," Liam said in a hurry, defensively adding, "It really wasn't Jasmine."

Jasmine was also panicking, her eyes reddening as she bowed her head.

Ethan massaged his temples. "You'll head to the desert project site tomorrow."

Liam didn't know what he had said wrong, but even at the risk of Ethan's wrath, he bravely spoke up for Jasmine. "Mr. Ethan, you can't suspect Jasmine, I really don't think she's involved."

furious with Liam, who still believed he was being righteous, trying to score points

Jasmine as predatory, with not a single decent one among them. Consequently, he

remember." Liam slapped his

raised an eyebrow.

"But she was just sitting here while I got her a

no doubt," Ethan asserted confidently.

drive while the computer is on and connected to the internet. In

agape. "Then...

police? Do you have any

didn't have

shook his

at the time. "The Brown family should be holding a press conference right about now.

feeling the chill coming off Ethan. "Mr. Ethan, are you doing what I

door, and grabbed Mitchell who

That's what happens when you cross Mr. Ethan. The Brown family

also sweaty. "What is Mr. Ethan going to

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me what Mr.

Jasmine nodded, somewhat bewildered.

wasn't that scary; it was just an inexplicable

Ethan's face so dark; the Brown family really crossed the line this

feel like Mr. Ethan is even angrier at Daniel." Jasmine wondered if it was just her misperception. It must have been Daniel who hacked Mr.

somewhat excited, curious about how Ethan would handle the Brown

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