Chapter 370

That same night, Ethan boarded his private jet and flew straight to Bali at full speed.

The entire flight, he kept telling himself to remain composed and indifferent when he saw Vivian.

This wasn't about missing her or wanting to rekindle their relationship. He was only going because he needed her legal expertise to handle the lawsuits Blackwood Group was facing.

Yes, that’s the only reason.

After convincing himself, he finally relaxed.

By the time he arrived, it was already morning.

The sun blazed gold and crimson over the horizon, painting the ocean in fiery hues.

Ethan stepped onto a speedboat and cut through the waves toward the shore.

As soon as he arrived, a local girl approached him with a bright smile.

"Uncle, are you here for Aunt Vivian?" she asked, her sun-kissed cheeks dimpling.

Hmph. At least she sent someone to greet me.

"Yes," he answered coolly.

"Follow me! I'll take you to her!"

The girl turned and sprinted ahead before he could respond.

Ethan followed, assuming it wouldn’t be far.

He was wrong.

They started at the base of the mountain and climbed relentlessly for over two hours.

Ethan was fit, but even he was panting. "How much longer?" he demanded.

"Aunt Vivian’s house is far, but it’s beautiful! You’ll love it!"

He gritted his teeth. "Let’s rest first."

"Uncle, you’re tired already?" The girl giggled. "Aunt Vivian was right—you are weak."

Ethan stiffened.

Vivian, you little—

They trekked another three hours before reaching the summit.

A quaint orange chapel stood at the edge, overlooking the endless sea.

"Aunt Vivian prays here every morning," the girl said. "Go inside."

Exhausted, Ethan barely managed a thumbs-up.

"Uncle, you’re so handsome!" She blinked up at him. "Can I have a hug?"

His irritation melted instantly.

"Of course."

He scooped her up, and she giggled before scampering back down the mountain.

Ethan wiped his brow, straightened his clothes, and schooled his expression into icy indifference.

Then he stepped inside.

What would she look like after three months?

Thinner? Tanned? Miserable? Bald?

Women were emotional creatures. He imagined her crying every night, unable to move on.

But he had thrived.

Gym sessions. Healthy meals. A sharper wardrobe.

He was confident he’d leave her breathless.