The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 9

Very few people knew about Ethan and me.

Back when I thought he'd left without saying goodbye, I'd practically turned Seattle upside down looking for him.

Outsiders only knew I was desperately searching for someone, but no one connected it to Ethan.

Perhaps they thought anyone I, Claire Ashford, was hunting for would never dare show their face again, let alone stand openly in the spotlight.

So those ignorant people only saw Ethan as someone talented but without connections.

That world was never quite clean—they always liked dragging innocent people into the mud.

Someone like Ethan, who'd emerged from nowhere with such acclaim, naturally became their target.

If Ethan hadn't sensed danger last night and left immediately, if I hadn't arrived in time...

The consequences would have been unthinkable!

"Crack!"

The pen I'd been holding suddenly snapped in two. I jerked back to awareness.

My assistant looked at me cautiously: "Those people... how should we handle them..."

"I don't want to see them in Seattle again."

I ordered coldly, tossing the broken pen into the trash.

Garbage belongs in the trash.

My assistant understood. She continued: "Your cousin called today asking when his son's position appointment could be confirmed."

"Ignore him."

My cousin had always been a lazy good-for-nothing, but at least he was family. When he begged my grandmother, my mother had no choice but to give him a nominal position.

But his ambition was boundless. Unable to advance himself, he'd set his sights on his son who'd just returned from abroad.

He wanted me to arrange for his precious son to join the company.

Unfortunately, his son was also incompetent, without an ounce of real ability.

My cousin wouldn't give up. He called me: "Claire, dear, are you home? Uncle wants to come talk with you today."

"I'm not. Please go back."

Ethan had just texted saying he'd gone to the supermarket—no one was home, which saved me the trouble of dealing with my cousin.

"But about your cousin's situation..."

"It's not happening."

I refused decisively.

He cursed a few times angrily, then pulled out his trump card: "Fine, I'm going to your grandmother."

A middle-aged man who'd accomplished nothing, who could only run to the elders with everything.

My assistant was still a bit worried: "He won't cause trouble for you, will he?"

I smiled slightly: "He won't."

Small fish couldn't make big waves.

The Ashford estate would be mine eventually. If they behaved, I could afford to feed an extra mouth.

If they didn't listen, I didn't mind teaching them a lesson.

My phone suddenly showed a notification from building security, saying my seafood delivery had just been forcibly taken by my cousin.

Seafood delivery?

I didn't remember ordering any seafood—maybe someone sent it.

Countless people trying to curry favor with the Ashford family sent me gifts that piled up like mountains. I was too lazy to figure out who sent what.

It was just food anyway. If it could shut his mouth, fine.

I replied: "Okay, got it."

Ethan had said he'd give me a surprise. I was looking forward to it, and since I didn't have much to do, I decided to head home.

Traffic was unusually smooth, cutting the drive time in half.

When I got home, I happened to run into Ethan.

Shopping bags sat at his feet as he spoke urgently to security.

I walked over. As soon as security saw me, they grabbed me like a lifeline: "Miss Ashford, Mr. Morgan is asking us for an egg."

He looked ready to cry: "Mr. Morgan even said he smelled the egg, but we haven't received any egg here."

"I really did smell it."

Ethan's tone was certain. He turned to look at me, as if seeking my agreement.

I suddenly had a suspicion: "Ethan, the egg you're talking about... it's not our egg, is it?"

Ethan was delighted: "How did you know? Did you smell her too?"

I hadn't smelled anything, but I could probably guess the sequence of events.

Ethan came from the ocean. If that egg was sent by delivery, it would likely be labeled as seafood.

The only seafood delivery I'd received was the one my cousin took today.

I pulled out my phone to call, but no one answered.

He was probably still angry with me, thinking I'd been scolded and was now looking for him, deliberately wanting to make me wait.

I grabbed Ethan and got in the car: "I know where the egg is."