My Brother is a CEO Tyrant Chapter 12

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bodyguard's fist gently caressed his face.

Ethan was sent flying like a projectile, crashing hard into the wall.

He trembled on the ground in pain. After coughing a few times, he spat out several bloody teeth.

Everyone seemed to have their throats gripped. No one dared breathe loudly.

"Willow, come here."

I scurried to my brother's side, grabbing his hand and peeking out one head.

Everyone looked at our faces, murmuring incredulously: "No way? This world is too surreal."

"What?" Someone didn't react.

"Look at their faces. Without blood relation, I'd never believe it even if you killed me!"

My brother walked step by step toward Ethan, his leather shoe grinding hard on his head, voice ice-cold: "You've taken good care of my sister."

I touched my forehead and sighed.

Sure enough, I couldn't hide it from my brother.

Ethan struggled under my brother's foot, that handsome face also trampled bloody.

"This is illegal! I'll call the police!"

My brother's stern face suddenly smiled. "You spent so much of my sister's money. We should indeed call the police."

Ethan's head was foggy, saying dumbly: "When did I spend her money?"

The assistant stepped forward from behind, producing a statement.

From Ethan's food, clothing, housing, and transportation to the lavish gifts he gave Grace, the expenses.

Adding it up, it actually reached over two million dollars.

"I'm spending my family's money. What business is it of yours?!"

The assistant continued: "The money you spent was our miss's sponsorship for your sister, not for her personal use. We have the right to sue you."

"Including the Patek Philippe given to Miss Rachel Zhao—you gave it to Miss Miller, didn't you?"

Ethan stumbled and crawled at my feet, clutching my pant leg.

"Willow, I know you like me. I'm accepting you now!

Just waive the two million fee. Between couples, don't be so petty about such things."