Chapter 287: Chapter 287: The Unmuzzled Dogs

Individuals standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid like Ethan Caldwell, possessing immense wealth and supreme status, with the deeply rooted power of an ancient and colossal family standing tall behind him, were absolutely not the type of people that someone like Helena Thornton had the right to arrogantly point her finger directly at their faces to scold, or audaciously hit and beat as she pleased.

The fact that she was able to act so haughty and utterly arrogant towards Colin Grant just a moment ago was entirely because she had absolutely no idea who the two words the boss uttered from Colin Grant’s mouth actually referred to.

As for reiterating the reason why she was called foolish… perhaps it was because blind fury had completely clouded her rationality, causing Helena Thornton to completely forget a highly fundamental unspoken rule: this was the strictly confidential VIP floor of one of the top-tier hotels.

This prestigious location was not a place where merely having money could grant someone access, and it was certainly not as easy and simple as what she thought, believing that just relying on the insignificant celebrity title of Thea Lockwood was already enough to qualify for booking a room on this VIP floor.

However, casting aside the trembling fear of Helena Thornton, the highly visual appearance of Ethan Caldwell at this exact moment acted like a spark thrown directly into a pile of dry straw, directly causing the people watching through the livestream screen to explode with intense curiosity, with the comment section ceaselessly spamming rapid-fire questions asking if he was truly having an affair.

At this exact moment, Ethan Caldwell was not wearing his familiar, neatly tailored suit. He was merely loosely draped in a dark-colored, high-end silk bathrobe belonging to the hotel.

The belt tied across his waist was not even fastened tightly, loosely revealing an entire expanse of a firm, flushed chest, bearing numerous glaringly red scratch marks cutting across the skin, a type of intense trace that any mature adult glancing over would perfectly understand what it was. His pitch-black hair, which was usually meticulously styled every day, was now damp with sweat, having been casually and messily pushed back by his fingers. Not stopping there, trailing along the sharp, angular contours of his collarbones, upon the skin of his neck there were still faintly imprinted a few glaringly conspicuous red marks.

And when the room door swung open, the lingering scent of intimate passion had yet to fully dissipate.

Helena Thornton did not dare to go too far with Ethan Caldwell, but that did not mean she was going to endure this in silence.

Having just regained a slight bit of composure after her brief panic, and upon glancing at this ambiguously disheveled appearance of the man standing before her, the flames of furious resentment within her heart flared up once again.

Helena Thornton sneered, unable to hold back from dropping a viciously sarcastic remark: “Hmph, and here I thought what a big deal you were, a majestic, high-and-mighty CEO hailing from the most prestigious aristocratic family, yet it turns out you have a penchant for sneaking around and stealing another person’s wife.”

Even though deep down in her heart, she inherently did not like that little celebrity Thea Lockwood at all, and whenever she opened her mouth she would scold and refer to Thea Lockwood as a classless entertainer, cheap and lowly. But the blatantly obvious truth was that Thea Lockwood herself had already been officially approved with a nod by the tycoon Harrison Thornton, so whether Helena Thornton despised her or not, she was absolutely obligated to view this woman as the fiancée of her own niece.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, hearing the news that her own flesh-and-blood niece had been given such a massive pair of cuckold horns by someone right at a hotel, with the dignity of the Thornton family being brutally trampled upon, how could she possibly not go completely insane with rage?

Her shrill, sarcastic tone sounded exceptionally grating and unpleasant to the ears, but Ethan Caldwell still maintained his posture of casually leaning against the doorframe.

He preserved his familiar, polite, and gentlemanly demeanor, even though his current disheveled image, bearing all the visible traces of passionate lovemaking, did not seem to perfectly align with this calm attitude: “It seems that Madam Helena Thornton here is misunderstanding something, perhaps?”

“What exactly am I misunderstanding? The clear evidence is right here in the open!” She widened her eyes in a furious glare.

Ethan Caldwell furrowed his brows slightly, his deep and low voice slowly ringing out: “I truly do not know what you are implying, and who the phrase another person’s wife coming from your mouth is ultimately referring to. But I personally feel that I have absolutely done nothing wrong against current moral standards and the law. As a grown, mature man, the act of staying inside a private room to resolve one’s personal physiological needs is an entirely normal matter, is it not?”

“Save your beating around the bush and sophistry! If you have physiological needs, you could shell out money to call for a whore and I would not even care to bat an eye. But what business is it of yours to dare lay a hand on my niece’s wife?” Helena Thornton thrust her chin up, saliva flying everywhere: “I have bluntly told that father and daughter pair so many times already, a thing with such a poor and lowly background, who still wades and operates within that filthy mud pit of the entertainment industry day in and day out, what possible value does she hold that makes her worthy of being cherished and loved. Look at this, have their eyes been opened yet, the moment she sees some men with a little bit of money and a little bit of power, she immediately throws away all her sense of shame, jumping at the chance to seduce them!”

Ethan Caldwell’s gaze grew a few degrees colder: “I hope you speak with caution, carefully considering your words before you spit them out.”

“What? Did my words hit a sore spot so now you are feeling defensive?” Helena Thornton took the opportunity to raise her face even higher, craning her neck adorned with thick gold chains in pure defiance: “You just slept with that whore for one single night and you are already rushing out to start defending her, huh? Do you even know who the background standing behind her belongs to? Do not harbor the delusion that just because the family backing you is massive, you have the right to do whatever you want, or that you can bully my Thornton family however you please. Let me tell you this, I, Helena Thornton, am not a gentle pushover!”

She was just about to open her mouth to continue spewing out even more thoroughly unpleasant and abusive words when the door to the VIP room situated immediately next door abruptly slammed open with an extremely violent bang. Immediately following that, the exceptionally displeased tone, carrying the profound irritation of Gemma Thornton, rang out, completely slicing through the intensely suffocating atmosphere: “What is all this deafening racket about? Are the security managers of this hotel all dead or something? What is the point of charging such exorbitantly expensive room rates if you are just going to allow a few unmuzzled stray dogs and cats from who knows where to run all the way up here to bark wildly and cause a chaotic mess…”

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