Ultimate Revenge!

005

Isabella now immediately understood—she was hearing Ethan’s inner voice. But what the hell was going on here? Did the heavens suddenly grant her the ability to read minds?? Just moments ago, this man was thinking about finally getting divorced?? And he had the nerve to think of it as “finally getting” divorced?? Was his brain functioning properly??

While she was still dazed and confused, her phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen, she saw that it was from her best friend—Olivia. Isabella picked up the call immediately:

“Isabella?? I’m at Star Bar, wanna come hang out?? Damian’s going to be there later too.”

“Olivia?? Star Bar?? You mean right now?? Hmm, sure, why not.” – Isabella replied cheerfully.

“Ting: Mission Activated – Successfully overcome the first turning point event that will change the host’s life. Reward: 3 Free Attribute Points, $10,000, 1 Random Talent Summon, 50 SC. Failure Penalty: -100 SC.” – Cashie’s voice rang out.

Ah, the first mission had appeared. Ethan immediately searched through the memories of his past life:

| Olivia?? Star Bar?? |

| This is it—this is the moment. The beginning of the unstoppable downfall of the mighty Knight family. |

| This icy woman probably has no idea that her so-called best friend—Olivia—is a two-faced backstabbing b***h. Tonight at Star Bar, she’ll spike her drink with a high-grade aphrodisiac and get her dead drunk. Then she’ll invite ten thugs to come in and ravage her body to their heart’s content. The next morning, even though she’ll feel like something’s off, that pretty boy she’s into—Damian—will suddenly show up, making her think she gave herself to him, and she’ll be overjoyed. Right then and there, she’ll abandon everything at the company, rush home, and force me to sign the divorce papers, even though I’m on my knees, crying and begging. Hmph, just thinking about it pisses me off. What an i***t she was. What kind of ‘domineering CEO’ is that?? What ‘President of Angel Corporation,’ my ass. |

As Isabella heard those thoughts, her eyes grew colder and colder. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet.

“Isabella, are you still there??” – Olivia’s voice once again came through the phone.

“I’m still here. I’ll be there in a bit.” – Isabella replied, then hung up.

“What the hell is going on? Ethan suddenly changed personalities, and now I can hear his thoughts. Will things really happen the way he says they will??” – Isabella frowned.

Olivia was Isabella’s best friend. Isabella had given her countless things—money, a house, a car, even company shares. She had never once doubted Olivia’s character. The two were as close as sisters. But now, hearing Ethan’s inner voice, Isabella felt as if she had uncovered something terrifying about her “good sister.” Could it be a case of “the starfruit tree sisterhood”*?

As for Ethan, he couldn’t care less what happened to Isabella. All he knew was that by tomorrow morning, he’d be divorced and compensated with a large sum of money. Most importantly, he’d finally be free from this hellish marriage with a tyrannical woman. He couldn’t stop the joy bubbling up inside him. He was about to head back to his room when Isabella suddenly spoke up:

“Ethan, you’re coming with me.”

She hadn’t yet confirmed the truth and didn’t know how to proceed, but for now, she’d bring Ethan along to test things out.

“Huh?? Your little girlfriend invited you out—it’s a girls’ night. Why would I tag along??” – Ethan looked at her in confusion.

| If Ethan goes, how can that b***h Olivia smoothly drug her and let ten thugs have their way with her?? Only if the plan goes through flawlessly can I divorce her and get more money. |

“Ethan, you’re my husband. You have an obligation to go with me. This isn’t about whether you want to or not—it’s something you must do.” – Isabella was furious now. Rage surged inside her, and she felt like strangling the man in front of her.

“I’m giving you twenty minutes.” – Isabella gritted out each word before turning and heading to her room to get ready.

| Pfft. I must’ve been out of my mind to chase after you and devote myself to you for all these years. I was truly just a stupid, naïve i***t in my youth. |

Hearing that, Isabella’s fury surged again. She whipped around and glared at the man.

Ethan noticed her sudden stare but showed no sign of fear or guilt. He looked straight into her eyes and asked with a mocking smile:

“What? Is there a problem?”

Seeing Ethan’s expression, Isabella thought to herself:

“He’s really changed. Just last night, he was totally normal. What the hell happened today??”

Saying nothing, she turned and headed into her room to finish getting ready.

Twenty minutes later, Ethan came downstairs dressed in an expensive, brand-new designer outfit he had bought that morning. He saw Isabella sitting there, her delicate, jade-like fingers tapping away on her laptop keyboard. He silently thought:

| No denying it, this icy woman is stunningly beautiful. No wonder that bastard Damian was so obsessed. If it weren’t for that silver tongue of his dripping with honey, she wouldn’t have fallen for him, wouldn’t be calling him “Damian” so sweetly. But in the end, she was still tossed aside, while that bastard chose her cunning little foster sister Emily instead. And after the Knight family went bankrupt, her organs were harvested—some sold, some used to save that conniving little b***h. |

Isabella’s typing fingers froze. Cold sweat broke out on her back, but she quickly regained composure.

She snapped her head up, saw Ethan, and stood up with irritation:

“What are you staring at?”

“I’ll stare at whatever I want. I’ll wear whatever I like. You’re way too controlling.” – Ethan sneered, unable to hide his contempt.

| All I have to do now is wait for her to drink the drugged wine, get wrecked by those ten thugs, then foolishly believe in that bastard Damian and beg for a divorce. I’ll agree immediately and take the money to get my parents as far away as possible. |

Hearing his meticulous, calculated inner thoughts, Isabella’s lips curled into a frosty smile as she tried to suppress the fury raging inside:

“You know what, you look like you’d make a decent office worker. I could arrange a position for you at Angel Corporation.”

| Divorce is just around the corner. Who the hell needs her to arrange a job for me? |

“No need. I’m quite happy with how things are now. But thanks for thinking of me.” – Ethan replied bluntly. Without another word, he turned and headed for the car.

Watching Ethan’s retreating back, Isabella felt a complex, indescribable emotion rise in her chest. The veins on her forehead throbbed. Over the years, she had grown used to Ethan’s pampering, his attention, his care. Now that he no longer cared, and his gaze toward her was so cold, she found it hard to adjust. A quiet sadness welled up in her heart.

Inside the car, neither of them spoke. But as he sat in the driver’s seat, Ethan’s inner voice was filled with resentment:

| The more I look at this icy woman, the more beautiful she seems. What a pity she’s about to be handed over to ten filthy thugs—but I guess she deserves it. |