Chapter 335

"Wu Gang, Roscente Securities, Prosperity Bank." Sophia's lips parted slightly as she uttered three key names.

Ethan's fingers tightened around his glass, condensation forming on the crystal surface.

"You found out?"

"If I hadn't stumbled upon it, I'd still be in the dark." Her lips curled into a mocking smile.

He swirled his drink, ice cubes clinking. "What difference does it make?"

"Ethan Roscente!" She shot to her feet, nails digging into her palms. "You're despicable!"

His gaze darkened. "You think I'm playing games with you?"

"Aren't you?" Sophia's eyes reddened. "Watching me scramble for 45 million, forced to beg you—was that entertaining?"

"Seeing me desperate for solutions but powerless—was that fun?"

"Ethan, did fooling me give you some sick satisfaction?"

Her voice trembled with each accusation.

"I wasn't fooling you." He set his glass down with a thud.

"Then explain," she sneered. "Why did my aunt owe you? Why were you always 'coincidentally' there?"

His brow furrowed. "You think I orchestrated this?"

"What else?" Her laugh was icy. "After pulling that bedroom stunt, what lines won't you cross?"

Ethan's expression turned stormy. "Is that really how you see me?"

"Cancel the debt, and I'll believe you."

"Impossible." His voice hardened. "A signed contract is binding. No exceptions."

Sophia's pupils constricted. "What did you say?"

"Business is business." He held her gaze. "Those are the rules."

She laughed suddenly, the sound brittle. "How convenient. Then tell me—why was the interest rate triple the norm?"

His fingers tapped the armrest. "The terms were clear. Your aunt signed willingly."

"Bullshit!" She hurled a cushion at him. "You preyed on her financial ignorance!"

It grazed his shoulder before tumbling to the floor.

Ethan's eyes turned dangerous. "Watch your language."

"I'll say what I want!" She shook with rage. "You're a ruthless profiteer!"

The air froze.

His jaw clenched as he closed the distance. When his shadow engulfed her, she caught his familiar cedar scent.

"Fine. I had ulterior motives." He gripped her chin, voice rough. "Happy with that answer?"