Chapter 359 Jasmine Needs to Get Tough
At the entrance of the company.
Ethan and Jasmine had just entered the company when they overheard a few janitors whispering at the entrance.
"Is that Jasmine? The one from the real or fake heiress case over twenty years ago, obedient but with a scandalous private life, had a child with some unknown man."
"I heard she went to great lengths to seduce Ethan but ended up losing, getting kicked out of the Stellar Enterprises. Now she's nothing, starting from scratch."
"Today, she's here at our company seeking resources and looking for investments."
"Such a disgrace. If I were her, I wouldn't even want to live."
Jasmine's steps faltered for a moment. She took a deep breath nervously.
Perhaps it was just her imagination. It had to be.
That feeling of being talked about behind her back was unbearable, painful, and suffocating.
Ethanclearly heard, too, his cold gaze sweeping over the group.
His presence was overpowering, silencing them instantly.
Even though they knew he had nothing now, they were still subconsciously intimidated but quickly regained their composure.
"Why is he still trying to act cool here? He has no status now. Even the Douglas family kicked him out."
"I heard he doesn't even have a house anymore."
"He's living in a rented place."
Jasmine nervously clutched his arm, urging him towards the elevator.
Ethanlooked visibly upset, wanting to cover her ears or reveal his identity to protect her, but he knew she needed to toughen up.
Her healing required inner strength and resilience to truly recover.
Because he couldn't guarantee he could shield her from all the gossip and rumors twenty-four hours a day.
As Connor once said, it was better to let her face some challenges instead of keeping her in a warm bubble.
Back then, Ethan didn't know he was a jerk.
When Jasmine was scared or speechless, he consulted Connor , believing he was an expert in that area. He was a hypocritical jerk, only appearing sincere.
Ethan felt deceived by him.
In Silverlight City, a luxurious penthouse.
Connor had been off work for two days, resting at home.
He kept sneezing, wondering if Ethan was badmouthing him again.
He took sick leave not because he was beaten up, but because...
On the sofa, Tom, in shorts, lounged casually, holding a box of fried chicken, singing.
He rubbed his temples, trying to endure the headache caused by Ethan.
He thought, 'Ethan is truly a bastard!'
Ethan was no match for him, always playing dirty tricks! He even sent Tom here to torment him.
"Tom, I'll give you money. Go stay in a hotel," he said.
Tom, an athlete, simple-minded and stubborn, couldn't be reasoned with or driven away.
He had thick skin, and his years of expertise were useless against Tom.
Despite all the psychological tactics, guidance, and tricks, Tom was carefree and never took things seriously.
"I don't leave; Ethan's mansion is too good to leave; you go if you want." Tom enjoyed the luxurious life in a top-tier mansion in Silverlight City, eating fried chicken and singing, feeling pampered.
He felt Tom was here to torture his mind.
Gritting his teeth, he said again, "Tom, I've explained that this isn't Ethan's house; it's the next one over; you got the wrong place."
"You're lying; I checked the opposite side; it's not even renovated yet, and the password doesn't work. Ethan gave me the password, but only this one opens. Is he trying to deceive me?" Tom said, trusting Ethan deeply.
"Where did Ethan find you？"Connor asked.
He wanted to curse him out, but he didn't want to escalate to physical conflict, so he endured it, put on earplugs, and went back to his room.
He figured if he played sick and stayed home, Tom would go out to party. Once Tom was gone, he'd quickly change the password.
Unexpectedly, Tom stayed, sleeping all day and partying with friends at night.
He wanted to call the police, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment, so he had no choice but to endure.
"I didn't even check out your room. Your bed is so comfy," Tom said, stretched lazily.
Tom was tall but unclean, a nemesis to cleanliness and OCD.
He regretted not locking the door sooner.
Tom was already sitting on his bed.
At that moment, he realized he couldn't keep the bed, the mattress, or the bedding.
After Tom left, he'd have to renovate the house. Disinfect it.
"Get out," he said, rubbing his temples.
"Why? This is Ethan's house. He asked me to stay. I want the master bedroom. I'm sleeping here," Tom said, refusing to listen and lying down directly.
Connor felt extremely helpless, saying, "You're not leaving. Fine, I'll leave."
And he admitted defeat and left!
In Maple Grove.
Following Ethan into the elevator, Jasmine noticed it was crowded.
It was rush hour, and everyone was squeezing into the elevator.
He reached out, pulling her close.
She listened nervously to his heartbeat, finding solace in its rhythm.
"Isn't that Ethan? He got kicked out of Stellar Enterprises."
"Yes, I heard too, all because of Jasmine. She seems to bring bad luck wherever she goes."
"Not just that, she's also a fake who meddles in other people's lives."
"Look at her. You can tell she's loose in her private life."
Almost everyone in the elevator whispered.
Ethan’s patience was wearing thin, his cold gaze fixed on them.
He said, "The Everhart family really has terrible judgment in hiring."
The employees continued their hushed conversations.
"Why is he proud of having such a woman?"
"Was Ethan deceived by her?"
As the elevator doors opened and closed, people came and went.
In the confined space, the whispers continued, tarnishing Jasmine reputation.
It was a devastating blow to her.
Jasmine began to struggle for breath, opening her mouth a few times but failing to speak. She clung tightly to Ethan, slowly closing her eyes, trying to calm herself by listening to his heartbeat.
Ethan's grip on Jasmine tightened.
"Look at her, throwing herself at a man without any shame."
"So disgusting."
The malicious words seemed alive, burrowing into Jasmine's mind.
Jasmine, with her eyes closed and breathing rapidly, tried to speak several times but couldn't make a sound.
The feeling of despair was back, suffocating her, making it impossible for her to breathe.
She knew it was Annabelle's scheme, deliberate and malicious, yet she couldn't find her balance.
"I heard many playboys in Silverlight City have slept with her. She's a slut."
Opening her eyes, Jasmine clenched her palms, stopping him from intervening.
"Jasmine, I'm here with you. What are you afraid of? Remember what I told you?" Ethan whispered, comforting her.
He could help her and make those people pay, but she needed to stand strong. He would support her and protect her from harm.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her mindset, took out her phone, and started recording the people in the elevator.
She said, "Keep talking, speak louder, let me record everything, I'll sue you together."
"In a public place, openly defaming, slandering, insulting, you'll be hearing from my lawyer."
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