Chapter 10 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
The Foster family - they're a massive powerhouse on the entire East Coast!
A top-tier elite family with power and influence, the kind that could bankrupt upstart nobodies like the Jones family with just one word!
Why would she be here?
Mason's mind was in complete chaos.
Susan and David were also utterly confused at this moment. Why would Clara lower herself to come to their home?
Suddenly, they recalled the scene from a few days ago when Clara personally went out to invite Ethan.
Could it be... because of Ethan?
"Clara, having you visit our home is such an honor! Please, have a seat. David, hurry and make coffee with our best beans!"
Susan was practically the picture of flattery, warmly holding Clara's hand as if she were her long-lost daughter.
As for Mason, who she'd been praising just moments ago, he was now completely ignored and left hanging like he didn't exist.
Mason's face looked terrible, but he didn't dare say anything.
Ethan watched as Susan pulled Clara along with questions, while Clara's eyes kept drifting toward him. He couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.
Clara seemed to see through Ethan's confusion, but didn't explain much. She just subtly threw him a flirtatious glance and even playfully winked.
Then she turned to Susan with a bright smile. "Susan, you're too kind. I heard it was David's birthday today, and Ethan specifically asked me to help bring over a gift."
With that, Clara pulled out an extremely luxurious walnut wood box from her limited-edition handbag and gently pushed it onto the coffee table.
"This is a globally limited edition Patek Philippe. Ethan said it perfectly matches David's steady temperament."
At these words, the entire living room fell deathly silent.
Susan gasped, her hands trembling.
Although she didn't understand complicated features, she knew exactly what "Patek Philippe" and "globally limited edition" meant!
"Is... is this really from Ethan?"
Susan's voice trembled with excitement. When she looked at Ethan again, there wasn't a trace of disgust or severity in her eyes - she looked at him like her own son, finding him pleasing no matter how she looked.
"Of course. Ethan is a very capable person." Clara deliberately emphasized the word "capable," her eyes showing undisguised admiration.
"Since you're here, why not stay for dinner?" Susan had completely become a fervent admirer of Ethan and Clara, eagerly trying to make them stay.
"Sure, then I'll impose on you." Clara readily agreed.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
Throughout the meal, Clara acted extremely intimate with Ethan, even personally cutting his steak. She kept leaning close to whisper in his ear, her soft body brushing against Ethan intentionally or not, making him raise his eyebrows.
Meanwhile, Mason sat there like an invisible clown, grinding his teeth with jealousy, but could only keep his head down, gripping his knife and fork tightly.
Susan and the others were completely stunned - even a blind person could see their relationship was unusual!
After dinner, Ethan didn't bother with Mason, who looked like a beaten dog, and left Susan's house directly with Clara.
The night breeze blew, making Clara's long dress sway in the wind.
"So tell me, Clara. Why did you suddenly come over in person to put on this show?" Ethan asked, hands in his pockets, his deep gaze fixed on Clara.
Clara didn't tease him as usual. Instead, she turned to look at the flickering streetlights in the distance, her cheeks showing a rare hint of pink.
"Consider it my way of thanking you."
Her voice was soft but carried an unusual seriousness.
"Don't play dumb, Ethan. Even though it just happened recently and the police blocked the news..."
Clara turned around, her beautiful eyes locked on Ethan, showing both shock and deep infatuation.
"But I know very clearly that last night, the Thorne family was completely wiped out overnight, including that pervert Xavier - all had their necks snapped. You helped take care of it, right?"
Ethan shrugged without denying it, opening the door of the black Aston Martin and gesturing for her to get in.
After Clara got in the passenger seat, Ethan unhurriedly got in the car and started the engine.
Clara looked out the window and sighed softly.
"That idiot Mason has obviously latched onto Susan's family. Ethan, I know you're very powerful, but in this society, many things can't be solved just by killing. If you need it, I can save you a lot of trouble."
"I appreciate the thought." Ethan gripped the steering wheel and shook his head, refusing without hesitation. "Honestly, you coming over today and slapping that idiot in the face already solved quite a bit of trouble for me."
Ethan paused, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Besides, I've never considered dealing with trash like Mason to be any kind of 'trouble.'"
Seeing the gleam in Ethan's eyes, Clara's heartbeat skipped, but she didn't say more, just nodded silently in understanding.
"Whatever makes you happy, my superhero."
Clara returned to her lazy, seductive manner, but couldn't help adding a reminder.
"But you still need to be careful of the forces behind Mason. Those local upstarts have complicated connections they've made to climb the ladder - far dirtier and trickier than you imagine."
The car soon stopped in front of Clara's luxury apartment building in the city center.
"Good night, Ethan. If you feel lonely at night, my door is always open for you."
Before getting out, Clara deliberately leaned over, letting her alluring cleavage sway before Ethan's eyes, leaving behind a trail of seductive laughter as she walked through the entrance.
Ethan smiled helplessly, hit the gas, and turned toward the hillside villa.
Opening the villa door, an enticing aroma of food hit him, making Ethan freeze in place.
The dining table was filled with sumptuous dishes, and Mia was walking out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of red wine.
At this moment, Mia was wearing only what was clearly Ethan's oversized white shirt!
The collar buttons were casually undone by three or four, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin and her full breasts, barely concealed. As she moved, those heart-stopping curves even trembled slightly.
The shirt's hem barely covered her perky bottom, leaving her two straight, slender legs with not an ounce of excess fat completely exposed.
She wasn't even wearing shoes, her pink toes brazenly stepping on the carpet.
This was pure, naked temptation!