Hearing the anger in Ethan's words, Jane Sullivan sarcastically laughed, "In my eyes, Uncle is a god. My eyes can only see humans, not gods!"
Can't see?
He turned her around, grabbing her chin and lifting it high, forcing her to look up at him, "Can you see now?"
"I can't see!"
As soon as Jane Sullivan finished speaking, Ethan immediately kissed her, his dark eyes fixed on her reddened eyes.
"Get off me! Don't kiss me!"
With her hands on his chest, Jane Sullivan's eyes filled with despair and tears.
Sensing Jane Sullivan's stiffness and her resistance, remembering how Justin must have been pursuing her these past few days,
this thought ignited anger in Ethan's heart. He tightened his grip on her chin.
"Ugh—" Jane Sullivan winced in pain, opening her mouth, which Ethan took advantage of.
The strong masculine scent filled her mouth, along with his forceful conquest.
Jane Sullivan pushed against Ethan's chest, hitting him, even biting his tongue.
Only when their mouths tasted of blood did Ethan let go, leaving her lips and wiping his mouth corner, his narrow eyes slightly squinting.
"Jane Sullivan, it seems you still don't recognize your status! You are my wife, Ethan. As long as I want to kiss you, you have no right to refuse!"
After speaking, he grabbed her chin again, lifting it for them to look into each other's eyes, "Or would you prefer it to be Justin kissing you now?"
Hearing Justin's name, Jane Sullivan nodded vigorously, no longer caring about Ethan's anger, "I'd rather it be Justin!"
Ethan scornfully gazed into her defiant eyes, finding them increasingly annoying now that she no longer acted like an innocent rabbit.
He came to ask about the injury on her face, but her sharp tongue completely enraged him.
So, he let go, warning her, "Remember, you are still Mrs.. Even if you like other men, it can only be after our divorce. So, control your heart! Otherwise, I will make the Sullivan family disappear from Beicheng overnight!"
After speaking, he fixed his belt and stormed out.
A while later, Jane Sullivan wiped her tears, got dressed, and fled from Grayson.
Standing on the roadside waiting for a taxi, a Mercedes slowly passed in front of her.
Looking down, she didn't see the person in the car.
But in the back seat, her father, Sussana, saw the injuries on his daughter's face and her red, swollen eyes.
"Mr. Sussana, that's the young miss."
The driver was about to stop, but Suussano waved him off, "Back to Jiahe."
How could he face his daughter now?
After using her to retrieve the funds, he had lost the right.
Taking out the three million check from his wallet, remembering this money might have been obtained by his daughter in that way, his heart ached unbearably.
So, Suussano made a decision—
...
Ethan left the company and met Benjamin at home
They drank until midnight, waking up in a hotel room. Hearing his phone vibrating, Ethan saw it was Sussana's number.
No good news if Sussano was calling, probably asking for money.
After all, that amount was not enough to revive Jiahe.
Ethan sneered, sliding to answer, "Mr. Su, do you have time? I want to talk to you."
"What if I say I don't?" Ethan's expression was vicious, rarely showing his displeasure towards someone.
Sussano, hearing this, glanced at the equity transfer document, all the files, and the seal on his desk. His white-haired, aged appearance didn't waver at Ethan's rejection.
"CEO, I want to talk about my daughter, Jane."
To prevent Ethan from ending the call, Sussano quickly added, "Regarding the previous funds, I will repay Grayson twice the amount. I hope CEO Lu can annul the marriage with my daughter."
In the Grayson CEO's office.
Ethan looked at the documents and equity transfer letter on the desk, his contemptuous gaze falling on Su Zhe.
"Creating a company from scratch, running it for over 20 years, half a year ago you traded your daughter for the company, and now you're ready to use the company to buy back your daughter. Sussano, don't you think your life is a failure?"
Sussano, his hair turned white overnight, looked much older, but he stood tall,
Opening his mouth self-mockingly, "It's because my life is a failure, I don't want to ruin my daughter's life. She's still young, she can't bury her happiness in this ugly transaction!"
Ugly?
Ethan scoffed, picking up the equity transfer letter from the desk, his eyes revealing a rare viciousness.
"It's too late to say you don't want to now..."
He tore the paper in his hand in half.
"CEO , you—" Sussano watched in horror as the equity transfer letter was torn by Ethan.
As the pieces scattered, Sussano trembled, "What do you want?"
Ethan's lips curled into a cold smile, "What I want is your daughter—Jane Sullivan."
"When I'm tired of her, when I've had enough, I'll give you what you want, along with the funds you desire. But for now, I—haven't had enough."
He threw the papers into the air and strode out of the office.
Sussano, shaking, bent down to pick up the documents, his eyes red with emotion.
"Jane, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
But it was already too late.
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Jane Sullivan didn't sleep all night, crying for a long time after being shocked. She sat on the floor all night, catching a cold, her throat sore and hoarse.
Her eyes were swollen, clearly lacking energy.
Her phone rang, and Jane Sullivan slowly picked it up and answered. Joanne's angry voice came through, "Jane Sullivan, are you satisfied now? Don't you just hate to see the Sullivan family prosper? Now you must be happy!"
"Your dad wanted to use the company to redeem you. Your dad's hard-earned company, handed over to Ethan! You're just a disaster for the Sullivan family, bringing in only fifty million! But now because of you, we have to pay with the entire Sullivan family!"
"It was you who wanted to marry Ethan! No one forced you! Why do we have to suffer with you now? You star of disaster! A curse! You killed your mother and now you want to kill your father too!"
...
The phone slipped from her hand. Jane Sullivan's fingers trembled, her hollow eyes filling with rage.
Ignoring Joanne's continued ranting on the phone, she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on heavy makeup, and chose the most revealing dress from her wardrobe, even skipping stockings.
Standing at the door, she picked up her phone, ended Joanne's call, and dialed Ethan's number.
As soon as it connected, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, where are you? I'm coming to you."