My Brother is a CEO Tyrant Chapter 15

Under everyone's gaze, Ethan slowly walked toward me, performing an awkward bow.

He half-knelt before me, producing a diamond ring, looking at me with deep affection.

"In the past, we missed much beauty. Now I'm willing to give you a chance to become my fiancée."

Such an important coming-of-age ceremony, yet this farce occurred.

Everyone watched Ethan and me, faintly showing theatrical interest.

I calmly exchanged a glance with my brother, smiling at the kneeling person: "I heard Mr. Foster borrowed high-interest loans to repay debts. How are you doing now?"

Words containing hidden thorns, like blades, stabbed Ethan's heart. His expression immediately changed.

Ethan suppressed a bellyful of anger, saying patiently: "Willow, these matters, we can discuss privately."

"Really?"

I smiled sweetly and clapped. Hidden bodyguards in the banquet hall suddenly rushed out, pinning him to the ground.

"Mr. Foster, as a law-abiding citizen, fleeing debt isn't good behavior."

"But it's okay. I'll send you back to the debt collector boss. Consider it making connections."

Ethan completely lost it. He roared hysterically: "You..."

The bodyguard instantly dislocated his jaw. He whimpered incoherently, shedding aggrieved tears.

After dragging him away, the banquet fell silent.

I smiled and bowed to everyone, saying apologetically: "Just now something dirty ran in. Really disturbed everyone's interest."

Everyone expressed understanding. Their gazes toward me became complex, even more wary and cautious.

The banquet came alive again, restoring its lively atmosphere.

Just once, legends of me spread through high society circles.

They all said I was as ruthlessly decisive as my brother, scaring away a group of so-called admirers. Actually a good thing.

Afterward, my brother expressed approval of my composed, calm handling.

He suddenly asked: "About Ethan, what were you thinking?"

I laughed. "Heard the debt collector boss doesn't discriminate."

Sending Ethan to that person—to protect his rear, he'd inevitably drag the helpless Grace down.

Two people loving and killing each other, forever entangled—that was my gift to them.

Years later, I founded my own company.

Business boomed. I was overwhelmed with work, so I called Rachel back from abroad where she'd been having fun.

I helplessly tapped her forehead: "Asking you to manage the company, yet you're so reluctant."

Rachel grinned and could only hold her nose and take on my pressure.

Finally having some free time, I managed to have dinner with my brother.

Time's traces forever remained on my brother's face. He'd grown some white hair. Though older, still a handsome older man.

After having several children, Grace suddenly vanished one day.

Ethan surprisingly still lived on, though he frequently visited the hospital's proctology department. Who knows what he encountered.

But what does any of this have to do with me?