Chapter 597 Turn Her Own Game Against Her!
Ethan had just removed his soiled clothes and was about to change into clean ones when he heard the door open. Assuming it was Doris, he spoke without turning around, "Mom, I'm almost done. Why did you come in?"
Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled his slender waist. "Your Highness, it's me!"
Startled by the unexpected embrace, Ethan froze. Upon hearing Vivienne's voice, he recoiled as if from a venomous snake and shoved her away forcefully. "What are you doing here? Get out!"
Vivienne stumbled backward from Ethan's harsh rejection.
Ethan had lost all patience with this shameless woman.
"Your Highness, I know you're married, but I can't help loving you," she pleaded. "I don't need any official status—I just want to be with you!"
"Your Highness, make love to me!" she exclaimed, lunging toward him again.
Ethan sidestepped her advance, leaving Vivienne grasping at air.
"Vivienne, it's your grandmother's birthday, yet here you are, trying to seduce me. You disgust me," Ethan said coldly. "Let me be clear: I only love my wife, and I will never betray her. Now get out!"
He turned his wheelchair and headed for the door.
Vivienne's advances had upset him deeply. His face had gone pale, veins bulging at his temples, and cold sweat breaking out as pain shot through his chest.
"Your Highness, I don't believe there's a man alive who doesn't cheat," Vivienne called after him. "You must be bored with just your wife by now. Try me—I promise to make it worth your while!"
Ethan halted and turned back toward Vivienne.
A smug smile crossed her lips. She thought, 'See? All men pretend to be virtuous, but they're all philanderers at heart.'
"Your Highness, I'll take very good care of you," she purred seductively.
A resounding slap echoed through the room, leaving Vivienne dazed. After a moment, she touched her face in disbelief. "Your Highness, how dare you strike me!"
"Because you're despicable," Ethan retorted. "You claim to love me, but you don't understand what love is. From now on, stay out of my sight. You sicken me, and if you persist in pursuing me, I'll slap you every time I see you."
Humiliated and furious at being both struck and reprimanded, Vivienne seethed with rage.
As Ethan turned to leave, a strange fragrance filled the room. He inadvertently inhaled it and immediately felt dizzy and weak.
"What have you done to this room?" he demanded, his vision blurring.
Vivienne smiled triumphantly. "Don't worry, Your Highness. It's just a sleep-inducing aromatherapy."
"How dare you..." Ethan collapsed before he could finish.
"Stop pretending to be so noble. You'll be enjoying yourself soon enough," Vivienne muttered.
She moved Ethan to the bed, but rather than immediately taking advantage of him, she began searching his person methodically, looking for something specific. Finding nothing, she turned to his bag.
Inside were cards, money, and a set of keys. Vivienne compared one key to a photo on her phone and found an exact match. "Finally!" she exclaimed with delight.
But a new problem arose. The safe was in a secure location she couldn't access without Ethan's trust.
As she pondered this dilemma, a photograph in his wallet caught her eye—Ethan and Ashley together, looking intimately happy, gazing at each other with obvious love.
Vivienne's face contorted with rage. "Damn it! Prince Totti's wife is Ashley? He's been right under my nose all along. From now on, he's mine!"
She noticed a document in his briefcase and began reading it. Her eyes widened in shock. "Prince Totti had a heart transplant? Why haven't the King and Queen mentioned this?"
Perhaps Ethan was deliberately keeping it from them.
Vivienne smiled maliciously; even if Ethan blamed her later, she now had leverage against him.
After thoroughly searching Ethan's belongings, she approached him. "Your Highness, you're about to become mine."
With excitement blazing in her eyes, she began unbuttoning his shirt. Just as she leaned in to kiss him, there was a sudden impact—Vivienne crumpled to the floor, struck from behind.
Ashley stood there wearing a gas mask, holding a wooden club, contempt evident in her eyes. "You vile woman, coveting my husband! If you're so desperate for sex, I'll send a whole crowd of men your way!"
Isabella, also wearing a gas mask, entered the room. "Ashley, Prince Totti's unconscious. We need to get him to a hospital."
"Right."
Earlier, Isabella had witnessed Vivienne sneaking into the room. Coincidentally, Ashley had called about the forgotten keys, and Isabella had described what she'd seen. Ashley and Yaakov had rushed to the scene, with Isabella letting them in.
Ashley felt immensely grateful to Isabella for saving both her and Ethan.
She shuddered to think what might have happened had they arrived any later.
With vengeance in her eyes, Ashley said, "Yaakov, Isabella, please take Ethan to the hospital. I need to settle a score here."
After exchanging glances, they agreed, carefully placing Ethan in his wheelchair before departing.
Ashley nudged Vivienne, causing a key to fall from her pocket.
"Isn't this Ethan's key? Why does she have it?" Ashley picked it up, thinking for a moment before realizing, "Could Vivienne have an ulterior motive for approaching Ethan?"
Ashley and Ethan spent every day together. While she never questioned the nature of his important possessions, she always helped organize them.
Ethan had mentioned this key was crucial—a matter of national security.
The fact that Vivienne had taken such an important key could only mean she had hidden reasons for getting close to Ethan.
"Why is Vivienne really pursuing Ethan?" Ashley wondered, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Since I don't know her intentions... perhaps I should turn her own game against her!"
A clever smile played across Ashley's lips. She carefully placed the key back in Vivienne's hand and left the room.
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