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

where it hurts, preferably a kill shot," Ethan said, drumming his fingers on the table. "It's time. Howard won't

making a move meant he was out of

knew he couldn't fully sway

sacrifice his own son

hung up, the door flew open, and Jasmine rushed

afraid she might

Jasmine asked, her

trying to cry,

heart ached, all his anger melting away at the sight

sighed in relief, stood at the door, nodded at Ethan, and

clung to Ethan, clearly

I'm

tighter, her voice muffled against his

"I promise."

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

us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is

"Did you

"No, it's something else."

his temples, feeling the weight of exhaustion. 'All this time, and still no results,' he

out, what is

found out that Mark and Claire... well, they seem to have a thing going

tonight and caught Mark getting real

twisted in

hanging up, his lackey sent the photos and videos to Howard's

his hands shaking with

Mark?" Howard barked into the phone, kicking

he

bitch and that bastard, they're dead meat!" Howard shouted, losing

the Douglas family villa.

sneered. "Perfect. Get the reporters and follow

Howard stormed downstairs, jumped into his car, and

wide open and use

it meant going down with

tonight, make sure no

He wanted Mark dead.

"Got it."

Douglas family