Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 45: Extending the Engagement for Another Year?

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Extending the Engagement for Another Year?

"You?" Adrian Chamberlain sneered, "I don’t need your help!"

"Of course I know you don’t need my help. You have your ways, but..." Felicity Shaw noticed his interest and hurriedly continued to make her point, "I’m in the same orchestra as her, so I have more opportunities, right?"

Pulling up a chair to sit, Adrian Chamberlain scrutinized Felicity Shaw’s face.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because...

Adrian Chamberlain reached out his right hand and gripped her chin.

"I want to hear the truth!"

Felicity Shaw swallowed the blood in her mouth and took a light breath.

"Because I know what you truly want isn’t me, and you won’t marry me, so... how about I give you what you want, and you give me what I want."

Tilting her chin up, Adrian Chamberlain squinted his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Five million. It’s just a small number to you, but... enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life." Felicity Shaw held onto Adrian Chamberlain’s arm, "As soon as I get the money, I’ll disappear and never bother you again, and I will never betray you."

"Hmph!" Adrian Chamberlain snorted coldly, tightening his grip, "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course... of course not..." Felicity Shaw clung to his arm, her voice tinged with a sob, "Adrian, we’ve been together for years. Do you really have no feelings for me at all?"

If before, Felicity Shaw still held a glimmer of hope for Adrian Chamberlain,

now, she had completely given up.

She was already twenty-six, approaching thirty. How many more years could she remain young and beautiful?

Adrian Chamberlain was clearly tired of her, and if he wasn’t worried she’d ruin things for him, he probably would have dumped her long ago.

Five million!

Enough for her to return to her hometown, buy a house, open a music training class, and live comfortably for the rest of her life.

If she was lucky, she might even find an honest man to marry.

Adrian Chamberlain thought for a moment, then smiled again.

"Alright, if you can really help me get Seraphina, five million, I’ll give it to you!"

Felicity Shaw breathed a sigh of relief and tried to get up with support from the ground, but Adrian Chamberlain grabbed her shoulder.

Pulled open his suit pants, he pressed her face against his leg.

"Don’t forget, you have your duties!"

A flash of resentment appeared in Felicity Shaw’s eyes, but thinking of that five million, she eventually held it in and obediently supported his leg.

...

...

The next morning.

Sean Hale arrived early at The Paramount Gardens to explain the follow-up to yesterday’s incident to Ethan Sterling.

"The people who smashed the car and chased after Mrs. Sterling were buyers from ’Zenith Manor’. After seeing the news, they were infuriated and sought revenge against her."

Sean Hale placed a stack of documents on Ethan Sterling’s desk, pointing to the photo of a middle-aged man on top.

"This is the person who injured you. How should I put it, hateful people often have pitiable states, right? He and his wife were ordinary workers who saved up all their lives to afford a down payment on a one-bedroom, but... they never even saw the new home before it collapsed. Now they can’t get their money back, and recently both of them lost their jobs. Yesterday, after drinking a bit, he lost control."

Ethan Sterling flipped through the documents in front of him, "What about the person who leaked information to the reporter?"

Sean Hale shook his head, "We haven’t found out yet, but I’ve made arrangements, and there should be news soon."

Ethan Sterling nodded, "How are the police handling these people?"

"The leaders and those who smashed the car and assaulted others have been detained for at least fifteen days. In the short term, no one else will target Mrs. Sterling. However..." Sean Hale frowned, "This is just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. To thoroughly solve this matter, we need to give these buyers an explanation, after all... the collapse was caused by Zenith’s reasons."

"It wasn’t my brother’s design that was the problem. I hope you can trust him." Seraphina Thorne pushed open the door and walked in, "My brother would never cut corners on engineering for money. This matter definitely has something to do with Adrian Chamberlain."

The brother and sister had lived together for twenty years, and Seraphina knew her brother’s character best.

Seraphina would never believe that if the building collapse was because of Caleb Thorne cutting corners in design to save costs.

At that time, much of the information the police found was provided by Adrian Chamberlain.

She had enough reason to believe there was some trick played by Adrian Chamberlain in it.

After all, the ’Zenith Manor’ project was jointly undertaken by Adrian Chamberlain and Caleb Thorne.

Caleb was responsible for the design, and Adrian Chamberlain was responsible for the construction.

"I understand your feelings." Sean Hale turned his head, "But what we need now is not trust and speculation, but evidence. It’s not useful for us to believe Mr. Thorne; we need the judge to believe him..."

"Cough!"

Ethan Sterling coughed heavily.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Sterling!" Sean Hale hurriedly apologized to Seraphina Thorne, "I was a bit emotional just now."

"It’s alright." Seraphina Thorne gently shook her head, "I know you’re right, I’ll find a way to gather evidence."

Sean Hale remained silent.

Seraphina Thorne had never been involved in the company’s operations and didn’t understand the internal details at all.

How easy could it be to find evidence?

"Sean." Ethan Sterling tilted his chin, "Wait for me downstairs."

After Sean Hale left, Seraphina Thorne held the spray for external use and came over.

She gently lifted Ethan Sterling’s shirt from behind, sprayed his wound, massaged it until it was absorbed, then helped him smooth his shirt and button it up.

"How about you rest for a few days?"

"I’m fine." Ethan Sterling held her arm, "But you, it’s best you don’t go to the orchestra for a few days."

The person who leaked information knew she was in the orchestra, surely someone very familiar with her.

Until he found out who it was, Ethan Sterling was not at ease.

"No, I must go!" Seraphina Thorne lifted her face, her black eyes resolute, "I don’t want to lose to them!"

She could guess that the person who leaked the information was either Adrian Chamberlain or Felicity Shaw...

They did this to drive her out of the orchestra.

If she backed down like this, wouldn’t it be admitting defeat?

Ethan Sterling curled his lips, lifting his large hand to gently brush her nose.

"Not bad, starting to resemble my kind of woman, Ethan Sterling’s!"

"But..." Seraphina Thorne lowered her lashes apologetically, "I can’t afford to pay for your car right now."

"Otherwise..." Ethan Sterling placed his hands on either side of the table, trapping her between him and the table, leaning down close to her face, "Let’s extend our marriage contract by another year, consider it your compensation for my car?!"

Extended by another year.

He’s addicted to getting married?

Seraphina Thorne was stunned.

"What?" Ethan Sterling pressed closer to her eyes, "Mrs. Sterling, you aren’t willing?"

"Of course not." She answered instinctively.

If she’s not unwilling, then she is willing?

Ethan Sterling curled his lips into a smile.

"Silly girl, the car is insured, you don’t need to pay for it."

Previously, these matters were always taken care of by her father and brother.

Seraphina Thorne wasn’t sure if the insurance company would cover such a situation.

Hearing him say that made her feel relieved.

Holding Seraphina Thorne’s shoulder, Ethan Sterling led her to the dining room, pulled out a chair for her, and with a comforting hand, ruffled her hair.

"Anyway, I’m tired of that car, it’s just the right time to change it for a new one. I’m a bit busy these days. Next time you have some free time, go to a dealership and pick one for me!"

He seemed to be in a good mood, but Seraphina Thorne felt slightly gloomy inside.

If he could change a car he didn’t like, would he also replace a person he grew tired of?

When would he decide to replace her?