Chapter 170

Madelyn glared at Forrest, who was standing there gloating over her. "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?!" Her ankle hurt a lot, and tears started forming in her eyes. Forrest leaned closer to meet her gaze. "Don't you think that it's fun? Serve you right!" In her mind, Madelyn thought, 'Every time I see him, something goes wrong.' Seeing Forrest here was a surprise. His mother was the reason Ethan's parents got divorced. Madelyn didn't think he would be invited. Madelyn felt uncomfortable and painful. She got up slowly, brushing dirt off her black dress. Thankfully, the dirt wasn't easy to see on it. "This is just my luck!" Madelyn grumbled. She didn't want to argue anymore and was about to leave. But then Forrest called out impatiently from behind her. "Hey!" Ignoring him, Madelyn limped away. Forrest noticed her hurt ankle and asked, "Where do you think you're going? There's nothing ahead." Madelyn finally stopped in her tracks, realizing she had taken the wrong path. 'No wonder I haven't seen anyone around here, and it's so dark.' Madelyn was stubborn, and if Forrest hadn't reminded her, she might have kept going even though she was lost. She turned around slowly, avoiding looking at Forrest, and walked on a narrow path made of brick tiles. She didn't want to talk to him at all and planned to walk past. But suddenly, Forrest moved. Before she knew it, he had lifted her up onto his shoulder. "What are you doing? Put me down! Forrest Arnold!" Madelyn protested, feeling dizzy. The third floor of the big mansion was all lit up. Ethan stood by the French window, his demeanor elegant. But he seemed a bit unfriendly when he talked. "If you want to work with us, that would be great. Name your price." Frida responded, "I can give you this project. I can even just give it without asking for anything." Ethan didn't seem to take her seriously. He said, "You might have forgotten, but Arnold Corporation was supposed to get that project three years ago. Your current husband stole the contract from us. That's why I'm here today. Because we used to be connected, I'm willing to split the profit fifty-fifty." Frida looked at her son, feeling sad about what he said. "Ethan, do you have to talk like that to me? Fine... even if you don't acknowledge me as your mother! But Yvonne, what about her? She's thought of you as her brother since she was little." Ethan frowned as he noticed someone through the windows. "I've said what needed to be said. Think about it. Goodbye." "Ethan!" Ethan paid her no mind. He was here as a representative of Arnold Corporation, not for a family visit. If that piece of land wasn't worth anything, he wouldn't have come. He was a businessman driven by profit. Plus, he thought that project was rightfully his. As Ethan emerged from Frida's study, Yvonne, who was waiting, stood up and said softly, "Brother." She felt even more nervous around him than when she saw her crush, Zach. He did not spare her a glance, not even a birthday wish. He took the coat from Leyton and put it on his arm. He walked toward the stairs without saying anything. Yvonne felt disappointed. 'We're siblings. Why doesn't he like me?' In the corridor, Leyton spoke as he trailed Ethan, "Sir, how did the talk go?" In the hallway, Leyton followed Ethan and asked, "Sir, how did the talk go?" "Tell our lawyer to get the contract ready. Offer YTCorp half of the money we make, but we control the whole project. Their people can't get in the way." Leyton nodded. "Got it, sir." When Ethan came downstairs, a guest came up to him with a drink to make a toast, but he just walked by, not even paying attention to the guest.