My Brother is a CEO Tyrant Chapter 4

After returning home, I was surprised to see my brother actually at home.

He was always busy—either on a business trip or on his way to one.

I couldn't help but laugh: "I haven't seen you in so long, brother. I've missed you."

My brother's clear, cool features softened. He ruffled my hair with his hand. "Sit."

We chatted briefly about everyday matters before I headed to my room.

He suddenly said: "Willow, if you can't handle trouble, come find me."

I shook my head and joked: "If I can't handle this kind of thing, what right do I have to be your sister?"

The next morning, I saw everyone gathered around Grace Miller.

She showed off the watch on her wrist with a triumphant smile.

Someone exclaimed: "It's actually a Patek Philippe! This watch is worth millions!"

"Grace, your dad treats you so well!"

Grace smiled shyly. "My dad doesn't have that kind of money. It's a gift from Ethan."

Hearing this, everyone was even more shocked. Their gazes toward her became fervent, and they showed her ingratiating smiles.

But I found this watch strangely familiar.

Grace felt my gaze and instinctively protected the watch on her wrist, frowning: "What do you want?!"

People around instantly became alert, protecting her.

"Told you she's gone crazy from being poor. Right in front of us, she dares to be so brazen!"

I remained unmoved, frowning at the watch. "Let me see it."

Someone sneered: "Are you brain-damaged? This is a Patek Philippe. Your beggar hands don't deserve to touch it!"

I glanced at the watch again and took time to send Rachel a message.

"Where's the watch I gave you?"

"The watch is too expensive. I'm keeping it at home."

Seems I overthought it. I'd only had someone deliver this watch to Rachel yesterday. It appearing on Grace's wrist the next day really wasn't very likely.

I thought the matter was over.

After one PE class, Grace shrank into Ethan's arms, crying inconsolably.

Others also looked at me with disgust, as if I were trash.

I frowned and walked directly to my seat.

Ethan suddenly grabbed my collar. Unable to support my body, my forehead hit the desk corner directly.

The sharp pain made my vision go black. Blood seeped from the wound, flowing down my cheek and splattering my clothes with blood.

Ethan laughed coldly without care, then flipped over my desk and found the Patek Philippe in my backpack.

He kicked my leg. The violent strike made my knee buckle.

"Willow, kneel down and apologize!"