LRAB Chapter 220
Chapter 220
At that moment Ethan met her gaze, unflinching, his calm demeanor hiding the storm of thoughts racing in his mind. The arrogance of power, he thought. She assumes everyone bends to her family's will. But she has no idea who she's speaking to.
Still, he said nothing, letting her words hang in the air.@@@@
At that moment The two security guards flanked the woman, their stances rigid, hands subtly hovering near their weapons.
It was clear they were ready to escalate if needed, especially with no visible cameras in the immediate vicinity—only the building's cameras overhead, which were undoubtedly in their favor.
At that moment Ethan took a deep breath, his expression unreadable as he stepped aside.
"Okay," he said calmly, moving just enough to give her room.
Immediately the woman smirked, brushing past him with an air of superiority. "Good boy," she said mockingly, her tone dripping with condescension.
At that moment Ethan's jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent, watching her retreat into the building. The doors slid shut behind her, leaving only the faint echo of her heels clicking on the polished floor.
At that moment One of the building's security guards, who had been observing the scene, stepped closer to Ethan. He glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot before speaking in a low tone. "You're lucky you stepped aside," he said, shaking his head.
"She doesn't care who she steps on—literally. Last week, she shoved an old man to the floor right in front of us."
The other guard nodded grimly. "And the cameras? They'll always side with her," he added. "No matter what happens."
Hearing what they just said.
Ethan gave a small, curt nod, storing the information away.
'A bully who hides behind power and influence,' he thought.
'Let's see how far that gets her when the tables turn.'
The security guards exchanged uneasy glances before one of them stepped closer to Ethan. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper, as though the walls themselves might report him.
"Listen," he began, his tone serious.
"If you're here for something small, like meeting a worker or snapping pictures of the building, even with permission, I'd advise you to leave."
At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unshaken.
"Exactly," he said simply. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be going in."
The guards quickly stepped aside, their earlier warnings now irrelevant. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
"Of course, sir," one of them said, his tone respectful.
Ethan adjusted his suit and walked through the doors, his steps calm and confident.
'Let's see if she's still as arrogant when she realizes who she's dealing with.'
The celebrity stormed into her lavish office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch and turned to her security guards, who followed her closely. Her face was a mix of annoyance and determination, her pride clearly bruised.
"That guy," she said sharply, pointing in the direction she'd last seen Ethan.
"I want him humiliated. Right now."
Hearing what she just said the guards exchanged hesitant glances but remained silent, waiting for her instructions.
"Find out why he's here," she continued, pacing the room with her arms crossed.
"It doesn't matter if he has permission or not. I want something on him—anything that'll make him look like a fool."
At that moment one of the guards cleared his throat.
"What exactly do you want us to do, ma'am?"
She stopped pacing and turned to him, her eyes narrowing.
" I want to Make it public. Whatever you do, record it. I want to upload it in my social media. Then use the hashtag #TerribleFan."
The guards nodded, though their hesitation was evident. They had seen this side of her before—vindictive and relentless.
"We'll take care of it," one of them said, his voice steady despite the unease in his eyes.
"Good," she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Let's see how smug he looks when the whole world is laughing at him."