He Brought His Mistress, I Brought My Lawyers Chapter 32

He Brought His Mistress, I Brought My Lawyers Chapter 32

A surging rage rushed into Avery’s chest, almost setting her on fire.

Why?

Why did Ethan get to ignore her wishes, abduct her with such despicable means, and still fantasize about a wedding she had already torn apart?

She struggled futilely against the ropes on her wrists. They cut deep into her skin, sending a burning pain through her. Her eyes reddened with fury.

“My love for you died a long time ago, Ethan.” Her voice was dipped in ice. “Everything you do now only fills me with disgust.”

The vicious words landed heavily, but Ethan only shrugged.

“Disgust, love, it doesn’t matter.” He turned his head, a pleased smile curving his lips in the shadows. “As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be satisfied.”

There was even a trace of enjoyment in his voice.

Avery felt chilled to the bone.

This man was insane. Completely insane.

She forced herself to calm down, her rapid breathing gradually steadying. The phone in her pocket was cold, but the distress signal she had sent was her only hope. Julian… he would know something had happened.

Until then, she had to save herself.

She thought quickly and soon found a massive flaw in Ethan’s plan.

The Caldwell family had deep roots on the East Coast, and she knew the law better than anyone. Forced marriage? In the twenty-first century, it was a fantasy.

Thinking of this, her tense body relaxed slightly, her voice returning to its usual calm.

“Even if you tie me up and take me to Newport, without my signature and consent, you can’t get a marriage license. Ethan, you can’t legally force an unwilling person to marry you.”

Unexpectedly, Ethan’s pleased expression didn’t change. The smile on his mouth deepened, as if everything was under his control.

He took his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward her.

“Look at this.”

The moment Avery’s eyes touched the screen, her pupils contracted. The blood in her body seemed to freeze.

“You kidnapped my grandfather?!”

The video was live.

Her elderly grandfather, Charles, that forever upright and dignified old man, was now tied with thick ropes outside the railing of the Ward family yacht—the one named *Avery*. He wore only a thin shirt, his gray hair whipped by the cold sea wind. Beneath his feet was the rolling, bottomless Atlantic.

Ethan leaned close to her ear. His eyes shone with sick infatuation, but his voice was disgustingly gentle.

“I just can’t live without you, Avery. Come back to me. I’ll treat you well, just like before.”

“Impossible!” Avery screamed, using all her strength.

Her resistance seemed to be within Ethan’s expectations. He dropped the gentle pretense, his smile vanishing, replaced by cold indifference.

He lifted the phone and said one cruel word to the person on the other end.

“Let go.”

On the screen, the rope holding her grandfather suddenly loosened.

The old man’s thin body fell toward the rolling black sea like a leaf in a storm.

Time stretched infinitely. Avery’s mind went blank. Her heart was gripped by an invisible hand, and her breathing stopped.

At that critical instant, a heart-rending scream tore from her throat.

“No!”