Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 216

Sean towered over him, his presence commanding and unyielding. With a deliberate movement, he reached out and grasped the man's chin, forcing eye contact. Sean's gaze was like a deep, unfathomable abyss, dark and chilling, seeming as if it could swallow one's very soul.

Despite Ethan's status as the esteemed heir of the Linwood family, accustomed to a life of privilege, even he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when faced with such a sinister stare.

"You're so concerned about Vanessa," Sean's voice was a low, icy drawl, dripping with disdain. "Do you fancy her?"

Ethan was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Before he could gather his thoughts, Sean spat out another phrase, cold and cutting, "Truly repulsive."

Releasing Ethan's chin with a look of distaste, Sean grimaced as if he'd touched something utterly filthy. The driver, sensing the moment, promptly handed him a pristine white handkerchief. Sean took it, methodically wiping his hands before casually tossing the cloth onto Ethan's face.

on the dusty ground, a symbolic reflection of

him to shout like a drowning man grasping at straws, "Mr. Foster,

turning slightly to cast a cold, indifferent glance back at Ethan. "Money is

at his wit's end, unable to fathom what could possibly sway Sean to

curving into a barely perceptible smirk. His aim was to see Claire happy, and those who had wronged her punished. But these were thoughts he had no intention of sharing with

who had been standing nearby, shoved Ethan aside before

He had single-handedly destroyed the last

feet and stumbled towards his own

agony on their beds, the effects of the anesthesia

hoarsely, sweat pouring down