hotmtlnovel Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Without saying any more words Giovanni and Raymond understood what Noah wanted from them.
without wasting any more time they both stood up and bowed to Noah before leaving the room.
Immediately Noah lips curled into a half smile, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he watched Giovanni and Raymond leave the room.
"Finally,"
he thought to himself, leaning back on the sofa, his fingers steepled in front of him. His eyes glinted with a dangerous smile, with a cruel anticipation building in his chest. "Ethan will pay for his insolence. He'll learn what it means to cross the Noah family soon."
He pictured Ethan's face, the look of shock and terror that would undoubtedly cross his features when he realized his fate soon.
At that moment Noah's smile widened even more , with a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
"The bastard thought he could humiliate me, he thought he could make a fool out of me,"
he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with venom.
"But he has no idea who he's dealing with. Giovanni and Raymond will make sure he suffers even in his next life, they will make him beg for mercy before they end his miserable life."
*
Meanwhile, Ethan entered his dormitory and none of his dorm mates were around.
He collapsed onto his bed, his mind still reeling from the events of the day.
"What a mess,"
he said to himself, running a hand through his hair.
"But at least I put that arrogant interior designer in his place. One less problem to worry about now."
Just as Ethan was about to drift off to take a bath, his phone rang. Ethan groaned, his hand fumbling for his phone.
"Who could be calling at this hour?"
he said to himself, his brow furrowing as he saw the caller ID. It was the spokesman from the clothing brand he had invested in.
Without wasting any more time Ethan answered the call.
" Mr.Ethan!"
the man's voice boomed through the phone, filled with excitement and gratitude.
"I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time Mr. Ethan. I was hoping we could meet this evening, maybe have dinner at my house while we discuss the project further, as you requested during our last meeting."
upon hearing what the man just said Ethan sat up, with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Upon hearing what the children just said, Ethan felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. He had never been called a hero before, had never felt so appreciated and loved by strangers.
without holding himself back he hugged the children back, with a sense of warmth filling his heart. "I'm just happy I could help,"
he said, his voice thick with emotion.
"Your daddy is the real hero, working so hard to make this project a success, so he can provide for you guys, he's the real hero."
At that moment Ethan was directed into the house.
As they sat down for dinner, the spokesman's wife brought up Ethan's generosity again, her voice filled with gratitude.
"Mr.Ethan,"
she said, her eyes shining with tears.
"I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Because of your investment, we've been able to afford our mortgage, to keep a roof over our children's heads. You've given us a second chance at life, and I'm grateful."
hearing what the man's wife just said, Ethan felt a sense of humility wash over him, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Please,"
he said, his voice soft and sincere. "I'm just happy to be a part of something so meaningful, to help in any way I can. Your family deserves all the happiness and success in the world, and I know your husband is going to make sure of that."
The woman smiled, her eyes filled with even more warmth.
She opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.
The spokesman stood up, his brow furrowing with confusion because he wasn't expecting anyone and he didn't order anything either.
"I'll get it,"
he said, making his way towards the door.
"Who could it be at this hour?"
The spokesmen said to himself.
"Who is there!."
He didn't hear any response, so he decided to open the door.
They heard the spokesman's voice, muffled by the distance, asking who was there. And then they heard a sickening thud, then followed by a deafening silence.
Ethan and the man's wife exchanged a glance, a sense of unease filling the room.
Then the man's wife decided to go check what was going on.
Just as she was about to stand up, two figures entered the living room, their faces hard and unreadable. One of them held a knife, the blade stained with fresh blood.