Vanessa was stunned into silence and only when the realization of what Ethan was asking for and what he wanted to use the documents for, hit her, did she regain her sense of speech.
This bastard sure was bold, she spitefully thought, clenching her hand at her sides in an attempt to stop herself from punching him.
Just because he knew she couldn't aid him in getting the hospital, no, correction, just because he was now aware that his act of manipulation hadn't worked on her, he was now demanding for the villa documents, the only other thing he had made his mission to convert into his, without a hint of shame.
Vanessa almost felt like laughing at the level of his stupidity.
But before she could tell him exactly where to shove his demand, she caught herself.
"I don't have it." She lied calmly, watching as frustration once again etched itself on her husband's face.
"You don't have it?" He questioned to which she nodded her head.
