Chapter 089 A Relief

"Ah!!!" Mario's mouth erupted with a roar like a slaughtered pig. It was easy to imagine how painful it was to have his finger broken again, especially when it had just been set.

Ethan let go of his finger, smiled slightly, and said, "I really dislike opportunistic people like you."

The staff in the project department were all stunned. While Ella was visiting Even in the adjacent hospital room, Ethan seemed completely indifferent and broke Mario's finger again right there!

"Bastard, I won't let you off. I certainly won't! After Miss Anderson deals with you, I'll report you to the authorities and make sure you spend over a decade in prison, especially the prison where you used to be a guard. The inmates there would indeed enjoy torturing you!"

Mario rolled off the bed in pain, convulsing and sweating profusely. He was on the verge of fainting.

Ethan grabbed Mario from the floor, pinched his other finger, and smiled, "If you just sign the contract honestly, won't we all have a happy ending? Do you really have to play these games with me? It's a waste of my energy, and you will suffer."

"You...how dare you! If you break another one of my fingers, it won't be as simple as going to prison!" Mario exclaimed in terror.

"Stop it! Let go of Mario!" someone shouted.

Of course, they couldn't let Ethan do as he pleased. After all, Ethan had given Even a concussion with just a slap in the company. How could they dare to help Mario?

Mario hurriedly said, "Quick, go next door and bring Miss Anderson here! I don't believe this criminal would dare to break my finger in front of Miss Anderson!"

Some employees snapped back to their senses and rushed out of the ward, going next door to fetch Ella.

"You're finished, you bastard. You dare to use violence against me, and you even chased me all the way to the hospital! Do you think Miss Anderson will let you off?!" Mario glared at Ethan maliciously.

"When Miss Anderson arrives and sees how you tortured me, she will certainly make you pay a hundredfold. You've injured the minister of this important department and harmed The Aim Group."

"Even as a hero, do you think you won't be punished?"

Ethan's fingers indeed loosened a bit, not gripping as tightly. Mario sneered, "Scared now? Regretful? If you already knew how it would possibly end, kneel before me and break your own fingers one by one.

"Then, I might consider saying a few words in front of Miss Anderson, at least to make her more lenient towards you and spare you from such a miserable fate. What's the matter? Can't understand what I'm saying?"

Ethan thought for a moment and said, "So you think Ella will definitely take care of me?"

Mario continued to sneer, "All right then, hold on to that finger for now. When Ella arrives, break it in front of her."

Ethan said earnestly, "Don't think I'm bluffing, I mean it!"

"This guy is simply too arrogant. He wants to break Mario's fingers right in front of Miss Anderson?"

"Who does he think he is? Thinking that Miss Anderson wouldn’t do anything to him? In my opinion, given Miss Anderson's temperament, she will surely teach him a harsh lesson!"

"This bastard is too insolent. Miss Anderson will surely set an example with him."

Ethan, however, smiled faintly. By now, he understood Ella's "malicious intentions." No wonder he had been warned ahead of time, only for someone like Mario to come out and disgust people.

Ethan couldn't help but feel a little unhappy. After all, he had been used, and Bernice had been wronged. Grandpa Smith couldn't possibly repay for the slap he gave Bernice. He was elderly and had seen better days.

"Miss Anderson is here!" Someone exclaimed, and then the room fell silent.

High heels clicked on the floor, producing a crisp and pleasing sound. The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of feet wearing a seven-centimeter black pointed high heels, followed by a pair of long legs clad in black stockings. Looking up from the bottom, flawless figure, of course, her face included.

However, her demeanor was a bit too cold, making people feel intimidated. Her icy demeanor even made men fearful, wondering if they would suddenly wither when sharing a room with her due to her coldness.

"Miss Anderson has come to ensure justice for me. Weren't you planning to break my fingers in front of her? Why aren't you saying anything now? Not feeling so arrogant anymore?" Mario shouted aloud, seemingly enjoying the performance.

Ethan turned to look at Ella and couldn't help but compare her figure with Dorothy's from last night.

"You can't hear me?" Mario grew angrier as he spoke, raising his hand and slapping Ethan's head without hesitation. Ethan, however, instinctively grabbed his hand without looking back. His right-hand thumb resting on the back of Mario's hand, and the other four fingers gripping the wrist, Ethan effortlessly flipped it over.

A crisp sound, even sharper than high heels tapping on the ground, reverberated from Mario's bones, followed by his agonizing howl.

Even Ella couldn't help but frown at the sight.

Although Ethan's demeanor was not as icy as hers, his methods of dealing with people were equally ruthless.

"Ethan has truly lost his mind, daring to be violent against Mario in front of Miss Anderson!"

"Just a moment ago, he only broke Mario's finger, and now he has broken his entire wrist..."

"I can't imagine what Miss Anderson would do to punish him!"

Everyone was shocked to see this, not daring to even breathe.

Rolling in pain on the bed, Mario cried out, "Miss Anderson... please intervene for me! Since when has an outsider become so arrogant?"

Ella walked up to Ethan, calmly asking, "Feeling relieved?"

Upon hearing those words, everyone, including Mario writhing in pain on the bed, momentarily forgot about their sufferings.

"It's about time," Ethan nodded, responding nonchalantly.

Ella said, "Good to be relieved."

Ethan sneered, did this woman deliberately come and step on his sore spot? She clearly understood human nature, only showing up after he had vented his anger.

"Ella... what do you mean"" Mario asked in surprise.

"You used your authority to harass someone else's wife, intending to engage in an illicit affair. Shouldn't you be beaten for it? How can I bring justice for you? Should I encourage the executives of the company to use their authority to engage in such affairs with their subordinates' wives and daughters?"

Ella turned her head, her eyes filled with coldness, and said menacingly, "Mario, I have tolerated you for a long time. You handed me the reason, so it's not my fault for acting on it!"

Mario trembled in fear, realizing that his cousin before him was a ruthless person who could bring her parents' ashes to the boardroom to fight for power.