Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 42: Ethan Smith’s Mysterious Art_1

42 Chapter 42: Ethan Smith's Mysterious Art_1

Gary Brown watched dumbfounded as the car door was yanked off, swallowing hard.

What the fuck? Is this even human? He just pulled the car door straight off?

As Gary was still in shock, Ethan Smith reached out and dragged him out of the car.

"Gary, stop fooling; it was just a joke..." Gary said with a forced smile.

He had seen Ethan break Benjamin Hill's arm with his own eyes!

Seeing his fearful appearance, Ethan sneered and said, "I won't give you a hard time. I'll just slap you as a lesson."

As he finished speaking, Ethan slapped Gary across the cheek.

Although Ethan had held back some strength, Gary's face still swelled up.

"Move the car out of the way." Ethan said coldly.

Though furious inside, Gary didn't dare say anything. He gritted his teeth and moved the car aside.

Once Ethan left, Gary muttered angrily, "What a show off. Once Emily Taylor leaves River City, let's see who messes you up!"

At this point, Gary sighed, "When is Emily Taylor going to leave..."

Despite Emily's recent inactivity, her presence loomed over everyone like a mountain.

Even the Hill family dared not to make trouble.

...

The car drove towards the Peterson Family residence.

As the wealthiest family in River City, the Petersons naturally lived in a luxurious house.

But as soon as Ethan entered the gates, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.

"Hmm?" Ethan frowned slightly.

An ominous air seemed to linger over the entire household.

"Mr. Smith, what's wrong?" Derek Peterson asked.

Ethan shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

After parking the car, the two men entered the living room.

"Mr. Smith, please wait a moment while I call my father." Derek said politely.

He instructed a servant to pour a glass of water for Ethan before hurrying upstairs.

A few minutes later, Derek and his father, Alec Peterson, came down.

An elderly man with a white beard accompanied them.

"Mr. Smith." Alec walked quickly towards Ethan and shook his hand.

Ethan looked at Alec and his frown deepened.

Alec's face was pale, his lips were purple, and there was darkness between his eyebrows. He looked to be in poor condition.

Most importantly, Ethan couldn't detect any Yang energy from him.

"Mr. Peterson, are you not feeling well?" Ethan asked casually.

Alec sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Yes, when it rains, it pours."

"Dad, Mr. Smith is a doctor; maybe he can help you." Derek suggested quickly.

Alec waved his hand and said, "I'm not sick."

Then, with an apologetic tone, he said to Ethan, "Mr. Smith, if it's not too much trouble, could you please wait a moment?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑏𝓃ℴ𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Ethan nodded and said, "It's fine, go ahead."

"Thank you," Alec said gratefully.

Next, Alec turned to the elderly man beside him and said, "Mr. Nolan, please help us."

Mr. Nolan, the elderly man, smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry. I've found the source of the problem."

Alec's face brightened and he quickly said, "Please, Mr. Nolan, enlighten us!"

Mr. Nolan spoke calmly, "Your recent poor health and the uselessness of many doctors is due to feng shui."

"Mr. Peterson, go to the west wall of your bedroom and check for any sharp objects." Mr. Nolan continued.

Alec hurried to the location Mr. Nolan had mentioned.

A few minutes later, Alec returned with a broken vase.

"There is one! This vase has always been in the cabinet, but somehow it broke." Alec said, somewhat stunned.

Mr. Nolan chuckled and said, "That's the crux of the problem. In feng shui, it's called 'broken artifacts in the marriage palace', which is a grave taboo."

Alec gripped Mr. Nolan's hand, excitement filling his voice, "Thank you, Mr. Nolan, you truly are a feng shui master!"

Mr. Nolan took out a string of Five Emperors Coins and handed them to Alec, smiling, "Hang these in the location of the broken vase. Remember, take it down and bury it after three days, and I guarantee your health will improve."

"Thank you, Mr. Nolan, thank you!" Alec was overjoyed.

"I don't think that's the real problem." Suddenly, Ethan spoke up.

At his words, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Mr. Nolan's face darkened, clearly dissatisfied with Ethan's interruption.

"Mr. Smith, Mr. Nolan is a renowned feng shui master in River City; there's no mistake in his words." Alec quickly tried to smooth things over.

Ethan stood up and said, "Mr. Nolan, I don't intend to disrespect you, but...this vase is not the main issue."

Mr. Nolan's face showed his displeasure, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Nolan, this is Ethan Smith. He's with Miss Taylor." Alec informed him hurriedly.

However, Mr. Nolan was in no mood to give face; he coldly said, "No matter who he is, he has no right to spout such nonsense!"

Ethan shook his head helplessly and said, "Mr. Nolan, I'm not talking nonsense. What I'm saying is true."

Alec was also somewhat displeased.

However, he needed Ethan's help and didn't dare show his anger.

"Mr. Smith, you don't understand feng shui. Mr. Nolan is the expert in this field." Alec tried to remain polite.

Mr. Nolan waved his hand dismissively, glaring at Ethan and saying, "You say that the vase is not the problem, then I'd like to hear your brilliant insights!"

Ethan didn't show any courtesy either. Pointing to the courtyard outside, he said, "The real problem lies in the courtyard."

Finishing his sentence, Ethan strode into the courtyard.

Mr. Nolan snorted and followed him out.

"What's going on with this Ethan?" Alec frowned.

Derek replied with a bitter smile, "Dad, maybe Mr. Smith really knows something..."

"Nonsense! No one is omnipotent!" Alec snorted.

Even so, Alec went after them both.

Ethan stopped in the center of the courtyard.

He looked up at the sky and stomped on the ground. Then he said, "The problem is right here."

Mr. Nolan sneered, "Young man, do you really know anything about feng shui? What could be wrong here?"

"I don't know feng shui," Ethan admitted with a smile.

"But I know the mystic arts."

After saying this, Ethan turned to Alec and said, "Mr. Peterson, have someone dig here."

Embarrassed, Alec responded, "Mr. Smith, do we really need to do that?"

"Dig. I won't deceive you," Ethan assured with a smile.

With no other option, Alec waved his hand and called in some workers.

"So...how many feet should we dig?" Alec asked tentatively.

Ethan shook his head, "I don't know. Just keep digging until we find something."