LRAB Chapter 253
Chapter 253
Ethan remained quiet, his thoughts carefully guarded as he observed the dynamics around the table.
The assumptions and conjectures about his connection to Mr. Davis were amusing, but revealing the truth served no purpose.
Owning the hospital would explain a lot, but it would also bring unnecessary exposure. For now, silence was his best ally.
At that moment old Master York suddenly reached under the table and pulled out an elegant wine bottle, its label worn with age but carrying a prestigious emblem.
He smiled warmly as he uncorked it with deliberate precision.
"This is a special bottle I've been saving," the old master said, his voice carrying a tone of significance.
"It's not every day someone saves your life. Ethan, let me pour you the first glass."
Seeing what just happened the room fell silent, the soft glug of the wine filling Ethan's glass echoing like a declaration. Ethan glanced at the old master, noting the sincerity in his gaze, and inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment.
he could feel the love was genius and wasn't feeling any danger.
If that was the case his staff would have told him something by now.
"Thank you," Ethan said simply, his tone measured and respectful.
But as the old master moved to pour another glass for himself, the murmurs began.
The other family members exchanged glances, their faces tightening with irritation.
As they gaze at Ethan.
However Serenity's uncle couldn't hold back.
"Father," he said, his voice strained, "isn't this a bit much? This wine should be for someone who's truly elevating the family. Someone like Mr. Brown, who is about to take us to unprecedented heights."
Raising it slightly, he addressed the old man directly.
"Old Master York," Ethan said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of sincerity, "your words tonight show why you command such respect. Life is indeed more precious than wealth, and because of your kind heart, the York family will always have a place in mine."
He drained the glass in one smooth motion and placed it back on the table.
As Serenity's uncle raised his glass in praise of Mr. Brown, his words dripped with exaggerated admiration.
"To Mr. Brown, the man who ensures our family keeps climbing higher. Soon, we'll be untouchable in this city."
Ethan, who had been silent for too long about the whole situation, finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice cut through the air, calm but pointed.
"Mr. Brown, since you're the man behind all this, let's clear something up. Are you really the one securing these contracts for the York family?"
Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
Mr. Brown adjusted his tie and leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing the attention.
"Of course I am," he said smoothly, gesturing with his hands as if addressing a boardroom. "I make the calls. I give the orders. I decide who gets the contracts and who doesn't. I'm the one pulling the strings and the Godly investor always listen."
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly, his face betraying no emotion as he casually pressed the record button on his phone. Mr. Brown, oblivious, leaned further into his boasts.
"With one phone call, I can move mountains," Mr. Brown continued, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Do you have any idea the kind of influence I have? It's because of me that the York family is where it is today."
Immediately The room erupted in applause and laughter, with Serenity's uncle raising his glass again. "To Mr. Brown!" he declared.
Ethan watched quietly, his fingers deftly typing a message to Naomi on his phone.
The message was simple but decisive[Announce that we're pulling all contracts and support from the York family. Mistrust and misrepresentation can't be tolerated.]
As he hit send, he looked up, his face calm but his eyes sharp. Mr. Brown noticed Ethan's movement and smirked.
"What's the matter, Mr. Ethan? Feeling a little out of place?"