Amy Manning was having a tough ti. After finally finishing her extra work, hoping to go ho, she missed the elevator and got called back by her manager to handle so docunts.
By the ti everything was done, it was already past ten o’clock.
Exhausted, she waited for the elevator. When the doors opened, inside was Ethan Sinclair on the phone.
"Kiana Sutton hasn’t co ho yet? Did she say where she went?"
Upon hearing Ethan Sinclair ntioning Kiana Sutton, Amy’s heart skipped a beat. Goodness, is it not that Kiana is two-timing but rather President Sinclair?
Images of a cliché plot flashed in Amy’s mind: the domineering CEO forcibly loves his secretary, who is also his sister-in-law.
Seeing Amy staring blankly and lost in thought, Ethan Sinclair frowned, "Not coming in?"
"Ah... Yes, yes, yes..."
Amy cautiously stepped into the elevator, moving behind Ethan Sinclair.
She was initially quite sleepy, but seeing Ethan Sinclair, all her drowsiness vanished.
Just look at him, her idol is handso even from behind. More precisely, he’s so handso every strand of his hair looks great.
While Amy was daydreaming, Ethan Sinclair’s cold voice suddenly rang out, "You get along well with Kiana Sutton?"
Ever since joining Evercrest Group, Amy rarely had the chance to be alone with Ethan Sinclair. Occasionally, when greeting him, Ethan would just nod slightly and wouldn’t spare her another glance.
Unexpectedly, today they were sharing an elevator, and Ethan even took the initiative to speak to her.
At the ntion of Kiana Sutton, Amy’s expression turned sowhat complicated, "Yes, Kiana and I are good friends."
Upon hearing this, Ethan turned back to look at Amy, his gaze full of scrutiny.
Kiana Sutton usually seed gentle and approachable, but in reality, she rarely opened up to others. If you really think about it, her friends seed to only be Joy Morgan and Amy Manning.
What exactly attracted Kiana Sutton to Amy Manning?
Under Ethan’s intense and deep gaze, goosebumps almost rose on Amy’s skin. She felt so awkward she could almost dig out a three-bedroom apartnt with her toes.
"President Sinclair, is there sothing wrong?"
"Nothing."
The elevator happened to stop on the first floor, and Ethan Sinclair walked out first.
Amy lingered for a few seconds, thought of sothing, and imdiately caught up with Ethan Sinclair, "President Sinclair, there’s sothing I want to tell you."
Ethan Sinclair stopped and looked at Amy, "Speak."
"Well... it’s just that..."
Amy was used to being outspoken, but for the first ti, she found it hard to voice so words. They wouldn’t co out.
But to avoid a big mistake, she had to say it, no matter how difficult it was.
"I know Kiana is very beautiful, and it’s normal for you to like her. But she’s already married, so whether it’s for her family or for your sake, I hope you can let her go."
God knows how much courage Amy gathered to say this to her idol.
Sure enough, the next second, she saw Ethan Sinclair’s handso face turn cold instantly.
Amy’s heart pounded wildly with fear. Since the words were already out, whether she faced it head-on or retreated, she’d rather clear things up directly.
Thinking of this, Amy quickly said with her eyes closed, "Kiana and General Manager Sinclair are so much in love, you shouldn’t do sothing like taking your brother’s wife. It’s not good for anyone."
Amy didn’t dare look at Ethan, but she could still feel a strong, oppressive gaze on her. For a mont, she wanted to dig a hole and hide.
Then, Ethan’s icy voice suddenly sounded, "General Manager Sinclair, are you talking about Quentin Sinclair?"
Amy kept her eyes shut, nodding vigorously.
"Who told you Kiana Sutton and Quentin Sinclair are married? Did Kiana Sutton say that?"
Amy looked up at Ethan Sinclair in astonishnt. Could it be that they are not?
"Or did you see sothing?"
Ethan Sinclair’s face was frighteningly gloomy. Amy trembled with fear, "I..."
Ethan Sinclair suddenly grabbed Amy by the throat, his voice cold as ice, "Speak! What did you see?"
Amy had never seen such a terrifying Ethan Sinclair. His expression looked like he wanted to kill her.
Tears began to flow uncontrollably from her eyes as she shook her head. She wanted to speak, but no sound ca from her throat.
Just then, Ethan’s phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Kate Lynch calling.
Ethan released Amy and answered the call.
Once the call connected, Kate Lynch’s breathless and frantic voice sounded in Ethan’s ear, "Ian, help... help ..."
Ethan’s expression changed drastically, "Where are you?"
"The Royalton..."
Before Kate could finish speaking, it seed like her phone was suddenly dropped to the floor. Ethan only heard a "thud," then the call ended.
Ethan had no mind to attend to Amy anymore and imdiately got into his car, saying coldly to Connor Grant, "To The Royalton Hotel."
Amy watched the car disappear from view, touched her neck with lingering fear, thinking she might have just died at Ethan’s hands.
Wait a minute.
Why did President Sinclair ask who told her that Kiana and General Manager Sinclair were married? Could they not actually be married?
What’s going on here?
An hour ago, Kiana Sutton was tailing Quentin Sinclair to The Royalton Hotel. She saw Quentin get a room card at the reception and then take the elevator.
Just as she was about to follow, she suddenly heard Kate Lynch’s voice, "Kiana Sutton!"
Kiana frowned and turned to see Kate Lynch, who was dressed beautifully and seductively, as if to et a rival.
Her right arm was in a sling, appearing injured.
"You’re earlier than I expected. Co on, let’s go to the restaurant to chat."
Kate left imdiately after speaking, seeming not to notice Quentin Sinclair.
Kiana walked on while glancing back at the elevator, silently noting the floor where it stopped.
The twenty-third floor!
If Kate wasn’t eting Quentin Sinclair, who could he possibly be eting to discuss what happened three years ago?
In the restaurant, Kate handed the nu to Kiana, "I don’t know what kind of dishes you like. Please order yourself."
Kiana didn’t think Kate called her here just for dinner.
With both of them sitting face to face, who could actually eat?
She typed on her phone, "What’s the matter you wanted to discuss?"
Kate smiled slightly, "Even if there’s business to discuss, we should eat first."
She glanced at the nu, ordered a few dishes, and even a bottle of red wine.
When the dishes were all served, the waiter offered to pour the wine for them, but Kate declined, "Thank you, we can do it ourselves."
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