bookpower Chapter 158
Chapter 158
Upon hearing what Ethan just said they couldn't believe their ears.
"A contract?"
Marcus laughed, but it came out slightly strained.
His fingers drummed nervously against his thigh.
"Look who's trying to back out now!"
"He knows he can't do it,"
Sarah whispered loudly, tossing her perfectly styled hair. Her red-soled shoes shifted restlessly on the pavement.
"Now he's trying to scare us with legal stuff. So pathetic."
Jake stepped forward, his designer shoes scraping against the pavement as he gained courage from the group's mockery.
"What's wrong, Ethan? Afraid to follow through?"
His voice was cold, though his eyes darted nervously to the security cameras.
"First you lie about houses, now you're chickening out of bets?"
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"Classic move,"
Thomas sneered, adjusting his collar for the tenth time.
Sweat stained the edges of his silk shirt despite the cool air.
"Make impossible claims, then look for an escape route when challenged."
At that moment the group's confidence swelled visibly - shoulders straightening, chins lifting, smirks growing wider as they convinced themselves they'd caught Ethan in another bluff.
They exchanged knowing looks and nudges, their designer clothes rustling as they clustered closer together.
"If you're so confident about getting in,"
Marcus taunted, his arrogance back in full force, though his right eye twitched slightly.
"Why do we need paperwork? Unless..."
his smile turned predatory, even as his fingers nervously adjusted his Rolex.
"you're looking for an excuse to back out?"
However Ethan wanted to say something when Marcus pointed at the paper in Ethan hand.
"And you think I would agree to that trash you're holding, if you're really serious about this, let's do it properly, since you claim you're rich, it means you also have a lawyer, call them let's make it more official, not this child play."
Immediately all of them nodded to Marcus' words.
with a deadly gaze they face Ethan.
Ethan however didn't say anything, he wanted to go easy on them, but it seems that want him to be rootless.
Without wasting any more time he brought out his phone.
Ethan's phone call was brief and precise.
Within minutes, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up, and a professional-looking woman in a Chanel suit emerged with documents in hand.
At that moment Ethan pulled out his phone, fingers moving swiftly across the screen.
A few quick messages, then he slipped it back into his pocket with practiced ease.
"Shall we?"
he said casually, as if he was inviting them to a coffee rather than the most exclusive property in the city.
His voice carried just a hint of amusement.
"Sure,"
Marcus snickered, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Lead the way to your imaginary—"
Immediately his words died in his throat as Ethan approached the security panel.
The group's collective breath caught as he pulled out an elegant black card with gold trim.
Sarah's perfectly manicured hand flew to her mouth.
Jake's knees actually buckled slightly.
A soft beep echoed in the sudden silence.
The massive gates began to swing open smoothly.
At that moment the group's faces transformed in waves, first skepticism, then confusion, followed by dawning shock, and finally absolute horror as the impregnable fortress of the Grand King mansion welcomed Ethan like a returning master.
They couldn't believe the card he was holding actually opened the gate.
"Oh my god,"
Sarah whispered, her designer clutch slipping from nerveless fingers.
"The contract... we signed... oh my god."
Just as the gates swung open, security guards materialized from every direction, their black suits pristine, their police batons raised threateningly toward Ethan.
Their earpieces gleamed in the light as they moved with military precision.
"Ha!"
Marcus's laugh carried a note of hysteria and relief. His perfectly styled hair bounced as he threw his head back.
"I knew it! You're so stupid, Ethan!" His confidence came flooding back as he straightened his designer jacket, his hands only slightly trembling.
"Should've known better than to try this!"
Sarah squealed, clutching her bag with renewed vigor.
The group's laughter echoed across, their earlier fear transforming into mocking triumph. Their bodies literally bounced with relief and glee.
"Say goodbye to that million dollars!"
Jake called out, high-fiving Thomas with enough force to make their Rolexes clink together.
"But instead you would be the one owning us a million dollars each."
At that moment their celebration froze mid-motion, their faces stuck in expressions of joy that slowly morphed to confusion as the mansion's massive front doors swung open with impressive silence.
An elegant woman emerged, her Louboutin heels clicking against marble steps with measured precision.
Her presence immediately commanded attention.