Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 322: I’m Just Playing With a Woman

Ethan Sterling stood by the riverside, just standing like that, time passing by endlessly, ignoring the vibration of the phone in his pocket.

It was a call from Seraphina Redgrave.

He didn’t answer it.

Ethan Sterling lowered his eyes, his sculpted face devoid of any expression. He took out a lighter, the switch striking with a "clack," and a flame burst out fiercely.

The wind blew.

The flame extinguished, so fragile that a little wind could snuff it out.

Why did the manic genes have to flare up on this day?

She had just promised to stay with me forever.

She had just given him a gift.

He hadn’t seen her enough yet.

Ethan Sterling flicked the lighter switch again and again, but the wind by the river was quite strong, continually blowing out the flame.

The phone in his pocket kept vibrating.

"Stop calling, my little friend."

The action of flicking the lighter switch seemed casual, but his eyes had lost their sparkle, filled with dust, his voice low, "This time, I probably really can’t protect you."

Once the disorder sets in, he couldn’t even tell who was who, let alone protect her?

Ethan Sterling continued flicking the lighter switch, but the fuel inside had run out, unable to spark a flame again.

Ethan Sterling simply tossed the lighter into the lake and turned to leave.

The once-calm lake surface was disrupted by the lighter, creating ripples that grew larger and larger.

Miles Harrington and Nathan Ayers were still waiting in place, anxious like ants on a hot pan.

Seeing Ethan Sterling return, Miles Harrington straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and was about to ask Ethan Sterling when he was interrupted, "Nathan, call back everyone we sent out earlier, no noise."

The plan to control the financial syndicate, cancel.

"Understood."

Nathan Ayers nodded in agreement.

Ethan Sterling turned to Miles Harrington again, "Weren’t you going to join an online meeting? Isn’t it urgent?"

"I need to know what I’m going to say." Miles Harrington said.

"Just say it as it is." Ethan Sterling replied coldly.

"What?" Miles Harrington didn’t understand, "Do you want me to tell them you didn’t kill that woman from Veridian Isle, but saved her and she’s with you?"

What is he thinking?

"Yes."

Ethan Sterling nodded.

Nathan Ayers looked at Ethan Sterling in confusion, what kind of plan is this?

"But you..."

Miles Harrington felt as if his intelligence had suddenly dropped, unable to guess Ethan Sterling’s true intentions.

Ethan Sterling stood straight, slowly curling into a playful smile, a hint of wickedness, "I, Ethan Sterling, haven’t had my fill of this woman yet, if The Directorate dares to interfere, just wait for my revenge."

"..."

Everyone present looked at Ethan Sterling, eyes wide open.

Is his memory confused again?

"Miles Harrington, I can promise you, when I’m done with this woman, I’ll hand her back to you."

Ethan Sterling uttered each cold word, devoid of emotion, with an air of disdain, "Two weeks later, I’ll return her to you."

With that, Ethan Sterling pressed the stop recording button on the phone screen, and sent that recorded message to Miles Harrington.

After receiving it, Miles Harrington glanced at the phone and immediately understood Ethan Sterling’s intention, "Now you want me to tell all the syndicates that you didn’t save Seraphina Redgrave to protect her, but to toy with her."

This method is feasible, but it’s quite different from Ethan Sterling’s usual style.

"I, Ethan Sterling, have always been ruthless; what’s strange about toying with a woman?" Ethan Sterling said with a smile.

"Fine, then this recording can be used as what you said when you took Seraphina Redgrave from The Directorate, and I’ll let the syndicates hear it, but how about the person?"

Miles Harrington continued, "You said two weeks, and the deadline in two weeks is the day after tomorrow, would you really give Seraphina Redgrave to me then?"

No way.

Ethan Sterling, for Seraphina Redgrave, came back on a refugee boat, almost losing his life, how could he easily give up Seraphina Redgrave.

"Just do as I say, don’t worry about the rest."

Ethan Sterling walked to the car, hand on the handle, leaving a sentence behind, "If anything that happened today, and my illness leaks even a little, and Seraphina Redgrave knows about it, then you might as well be dead."

"..."

Dr. Goodwin hung his head low, not daring to look up.

Ethan Sterling decisively pulled the door handle open, sat in the car, and seeing this, Nathan Ayers quickly moved to the front of the car, sat in the passenger seat, turned to see Ethan Sterling, "Young Master Sterling, where are we going now?"

Hearing the words, Ethan Sterling didn’t speak, gently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and when he opened them, only ruthless intent was left.

"To the Kaelor Hotel."

He said.

Nathan Ayers widened his eyes, Kaelor Hotel, is Hector Shaw’s turf.

He suddenly realized that what Young Master Sterling is about to do is even more thrilling than controlling all the syndicates or vindicating Veridian Isle, but he had no face to persuade Young Master Sterling.

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Kaelor Hotel. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The presidential suite on the top floor was silent, very quiet.

Hector Shaw stepped out of the elevator, heading to his room, taking out a key card to open the door.

He slowly pushed the door open.

Upon entering, he saw someone standing in the living room of his suite, hands clasped in front of them.

On the expensive leather sofa, Ethan Sterling sat in a suit tailored to perfection, legs uncrossed and placed casually, appearing very relaxed, yet simultaneously exuding inherent nobility.

The two utterly different styles blended harmoniously in him, not feeling strange at all.

Hector Shaw wasn’t tense seeing someone blatantly break into his room, raising a brow, then turned to the liquor cabinet, took the red wine placed at the top, pulled open the cork, and poured it into the decanter.

The rich, fragrant aroma of the wine immediately filled the room.

"Mr. Sterling, uninvited, are you intending to send me back to the south?"

Hector Shaw stood by the mini bar, pouring wine, and asked.

"The night after tomorrow, Seraphina Redgrave is going to the south, make the arrangements."

Ethan Sterling’s one hand rested on the sofa, the other tapping irregularly on his knee, beneath the white bandage, however, there were no fingernails.

As the words fell, Hector Shaw’s hand gave a sudden tremor, spilling the expensive wine on the bar, he set down the bottle, turned to Ethan Sterling, his voice slightly tight, "Mr. Sterling, do you know what you’re saying now?"

"Legs broken, brain not working?"

Ethan Sterling spoke carelessly, giving him a sidelong glance.

Then Hector Shaw, absorbed in shock, ignored the impoliteness in his words, walking to sit beside Ethan Sterling, "So you mean, let Seraphina Redgrave go south with me?"

"Not going south with you."

Ethan Sterling’s gaze now as sharp as a knife, "Your life is given by her, now you simply need to repay, ensuring she can live well in the south."