Chapter 21


    J turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.


    Jocelyn was sitting smugly at the passenger seat, wearing a sexy camisole dress andrge


    sunsses. An equally shy man, presumably her boyfriend, was behind the wheel.


    She took off her sunsses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed J and


    Ethan. “What, do you want a ride or something?” Jocelyn drawled. “I suppose that’s fine, but make sure


    you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you’re going to dirty my babe’s new car.”


    J took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license te. When she


    straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead. “Didn’t you see that you’re not allowed to park


    here? If you don’t move right away, I’ll report you to the traffic enforcers.”


    Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. “Go ahead, then. We can pay the fine, no matter


    how much it is. I’m not like you, who probably can’t even afford to take a taxi. For all I know, you must


    be out here begging for alms, aren’t you? Like some piss-poor vagrant. Oh, wait. Now that I think about


    it, our dog does the same.”


    Jocelyn’s harsh words cut deep into J’s skin. She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to keep


    herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.


    J had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the


    blink of an eye. She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.


    J clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.


    It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.


    She couldn’t let anyone see her cry.


    All of a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his arms.


    Her forehead was then pressed against his broad, warm chest.


    “I’ve never hit a woman in my life, although I don’t really mind doing so if I have to,” he said in a


    menacing tone, his cold eyes sweeping from Jocelyn to her boyfriend. “You’d better discipline your


    woman and keep her in line. You’re the general manager of Cagen Group, aren’t you? I’ll be sure to


    keep it in mind.”


    The other man didn’t know why, but felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered where this no-good


    punk got the call to act so arrogant.


    “That’s enough,” he chastised Jocelyn. “What if that bastard goes to mypany and make some


    trouble?”


    “Don’t tell me you’re scared. You coward.”


    In fact, Jocelyn was rather spooked as well, but if she balked now, it would be a great blow to her ego.


    Why was this good-looking guy being so protective of J, anyway? They had only been together for


    a few days.


    Just then, a Lamborghini sped toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway. It


    screeched to a halt just a few feet behind the BMW.


    “Whose car is this?” Jocelyn’s boyfriend eximed. “It’s a limited edition model!” It must be some rich


    young master showing off their wealth just to get the girls’ attention.


    Jocelyn craned her neck and stared at the Lamborghini in a simrly covetous fashion. Very few people


    in the city—no, in the whole country—could afford this luxury car. The BMW was nothingpared to


    this sleek Lamborghini.


    The driver of the Lamborghini got out of said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front of Ethan.


    He gave a small bow and spoke in a respectful voice. “I apologize for keeping you waiting, sir. Please


    get in the car.”


    Jocelyn and her boyfriend were stunned speechless.


    That punk actually owned the Lamborghini?


    But how was that even possible?


    Ethan nodded at the driver and squeezed J’s shoulder. “Let’s go home,” he said softly.


    Jocelyn red at the scene unfolding in front of her, her nostrils red in anger.


    Just what kind of man had J married?


    J had been burrowing in Ethan’s arms all this time. When she finally looked up and spotted the


    Lamborghini, she froze and gaped. “Ethan…”


    Her unblinking eyes never left the Lamborghini.


    Ethan was unfazed. He gently ushered J into the backseat of the car.


    They drove off without another word to Jocelyn and her beau.


    It wasn’t until they had driven some distance that J finally shook herself out of her daze. She


    whirled at the man beside her, looking confused and mad, and perhaps a little scared. “Ethan! What the


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