Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 610: Claire's Ruin

Jasmine clutched her chest, wincing in pain, and stumbled out, almost eating dirt.

Ben caught her just in time, shooting daggers at Tom. "Dude, can you spit it out already?"

Tom, looking like a kicked puppy, started explaining, "Ethan got into a car crash, but the driver had mad skills. So, he's just got some scratches. The other driver's been nabbed, and the footage makes it look like it was on purpose. Cops have him now."

Jasmine took a shaky breath. At that moment, her legs turned to jelly, her vision blurred, and she was about to lose it.

She couldn't even imagine what would've happened if Tom had taken any longer to spill the beans; she might not have made it to the hospital.

"Can you, like, finish a sentence?" Samuel snapped at Tom, looking pissed.

Tom looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and didn't say a word.

"I'll get you there," Ben said, helping Jasmine as they headed out.

Samuel pointed at Tom, then followed them out.

Tom glanced around the empty office and quickly texted Connor: [Just told them about Ethan's accident, and Jasmine went white as a ghost. She almost fainted; it was wild.]

Connor sent over a grand.

Tom grinned like a kid on Christmas and hurried after them, sticking close to Jasmine. This cash was sweet: salary, bonus, Ethan's praise, and Connor's bonus. Life was good.

Back home, Ethan touched the cut on his forehead. Despite all the precautions, something had slipped through. Howard wanted him dead. Hiding wasn't an option; he had to strike back.

"Got any dirt on that driver?" Ethan called Raymond.

"Still digging. I'll speed it up," Raymond said, sounding exasperated. "Ethan, you only asked me to check thirty minutes ago; it's not magic."

"Handle the cops. Even if you can't off him, make sure he's locked up for a few days," Ethan said, his voice low and seething with anger.

Howard had seriously pissed him off.

After hanging up, Ethan called Brandon, "Go mess with Claire again. Send Howard the dirt on Claire's affair."

Ethan was ready to stir the pot.

Howard had pushed him too far.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

"Are we going full hunt mode?" Brandon's voice had a hint of excitement.

itching

hit where it hurts, preferably a kill shot," Ethan said, drumming his

meant he was out of

was way smarter than Henry. Howard knew he couldn't fully sway Ian, so he

was ready to sacrifice his own son to save his skin-how

he hung up, the door flew open,

tight, afraid she might collapse. "What's up?

you... okay?" Jasmine asked, her

trying to cry, but she

his anger melting away

in relief, stood at the door, nodded at Ethan, and quietly closed the door

to

just a scratch. I'm fine, really," Ethan

hugged Ethan tighter, her voice muffled against his chest. "Don't you dare let anything

"I promise."

was on the phone with one of his lackeys, who sounded hesitant. "Sir,

book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all

"Did you

"No, it's something else."

his temples, feeling the weight of exhaustion. 'All this

what is it?"

and Claire... well, they seem

caught Mark getting

in anger. "Send it

lackey sent the photos and videos

his hands shaking

Mark?" Howard barked into the phone, kicking the table. "That

years, and he stabs me

they're dead meat!" Howard shouted,

family villa. He snuck in

the

Howard stormed downstairs, jumped into his car, and ordered the

open and use the scandal

meant going down with

tonight, make sure no one walks out alive," Howard said in a

He wanted Mark dead.

"Got it."

Howard barged into the Douglas family villa with reporters in tow,