Chapter 156

The troublemakers' faces turned deathly pale.

Ethan Roscente's sharp gaze swept over them like an icy blade.

"Mr. Roscente, we were just passing by..." one man stammered.

"Show me your property ownership papers," Ethan interrupted coldly.

They exchanged nervous glances, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. None of them had any proof.

"Since you won't tell the truth, you can explain yourselves at the police station." Ethan pulled out his phone.

"No, wait!" They waved their hands frantically. "We're not residents here..."

Vivian Laurent stood nearby, rainwater dripping from her hair. She hadn't expected Ethan to see through their act so easily.

"Who sent you?" Ethan's voice could freeze hell itself. "Speak now, and I might let you go."

After exchanging hesitant looks, one man finally whispered, "It was... Miss Natalie Valrose..."

A cold smile curled Vivian's lips. Just as she'd suspected.

After humiliating Natalie at the restaurant and stealing her project, that woman wouldn't take it lying down.

Ethan signaled his bodyguards to release them. The thugs scrambled away like frightened rats.

An umbrella suddenly appeared over Vivian's head. She looked up into Ethan's stormy eyes.

"Dr. Luna? Or should I say... my ex-wife?" His low voice vibrated with suppressed anger.

Vivian shrugged. "Call me whatever you like."

She turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed her wrist.

"Did you enjoy playing games with me?" He gritted his teeth. "Why didn't you tell me you're Night? Why the fake identity?"

Rainwater traced the sharp line of his jaw. His dark eyes burned with intensity.

Vivian tried to pull free. "Mr. Roscente, are we that close?"

"You!" His grip tightened. "That night at the bar, you clearly—"

"Clearly what?" Vivian's laugh was bitter. "I thought you hated being lied to the most."

Her words stabbed straight into Ethan's heart. He released her abruptly, watching as she walked away without looking back.