Chapter 19: Idiot
Ethan pressed the answer button, and Clara's voice immediately came through the phone, carrying a lazy and seductive tone.
"Hi, dear Ethan, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
Clara's voice remained alluring. "There's an underground auction in Manhattan tomorrow, and I happen to need a male companion to help me fend off those suitors. Would you be willing to do me the honor?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow and casually replied, "Sure, I haven't had much fun lately anyway."
"Then it's settled. See you tomorrow, darling." Clara chuckled softly on the other end, her tone suggestive.
After hanging up, Ethan drove back to the mansion.
As soon as he pushed open the luxurious door, a rich aroma of grilled steak hit his nose.
In the kitchen, Mia was busy with her back to him.
This stunning beauty with a mysterious identity was still wearing only one of Ethan's oversized white shirts!
Below the hem that barely covered her perky bottom were a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs.
As she chopped vegetables, her slender waist and the tantalizing curves faintly visible beneath the fabric radiated an extremely deadly allure under the dim lighting.
Hearing the door open, Mia turned around. That face combining innocence and seductiveness broke into a sweet smile as she playfully winked.
"Boss, welcome home! You've worked hard all day, so I specially prepared dinner for you!"
Looking at this extremely alluring scene before him, Ethan's lips curved into a playful smile.
No matter how unfathomable this woman's background might be, at least keeping such a pleasing beauty at home was definitely a nice experience.
The next morning.
Ethan stood in the entrance hall, adjusting the cufflinks on his custom-tailored suit while looking at Mia, who was getting ready to report to the company. "Do your job well at the company. If I find out you're slacking off, I'll punish you."
"Yes, boss!" Mia thrust out her proud chest.
Ethan smiled and turned to walk out the door.
As he got into the Rolls-Royce that Noah had prepared, Ethan's eyes instantly became extremely cold.
"Noah."
Ethan's voice carried no warmth. "Watch her every move at the company, including everyone she contacts and every phone call she makes. Keep a close eye on everything! Report to me immediately if there's anything unusual."
"Understood, boss." Noah nodded expressionlessly.
Three hours later, a luxurious private jet bearing the Lopez family crest landed steadily on a private airstrip in Manhattan.
Ethan and Clara walked down the stairs side by side and got in a car heading toward the auction house.
Today, Clara wore an extremely form-fitting black deep-V custom gown that outlined her devilish figure. Her cold and noble aura instantly attracted everyone's attention.
However, just as they reached the entrance to the auction house's magnificent hall, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"Oh my God! Look who this is? Isn't this the beautiful Clara?"
A man wearing a custom suit with slicked-back hair approached with a big smile on his face.
His gaze brazenly swept over Clara's chest twice before he extended his hand with feigned elegance.
Harlan Moore.
The heir to a somewhat prominent nouveau riche family in Manhattan.
Before Clara could speak, Harlan's gaze swept over Ethan standing nearby with extreme contempt.
He looked Ethan up and down with the kind of look one gives trash and sneered.
"Clara, how did you end up hiring such a shabby lower-class person as a bodyguard? Look at how pathetic he looks—he probably can't even afford the cufflinks on my suit!"
Clara's beautiful face instantly frosted over, her eyes undisguisedly showing the kind of disgust one has for a sewer rat.
She didn't even glance at Harlan's extended hand. Instead, she suddenly pressed close to Ethan and grabbed his arm tightly!
Her chest pressed against Ethan's arm without reservation as she said loudly, "Harlan, put away that disgusting face of yours! This is my boyfriend, Ethan!"
With that, Clara pulled Ethan along and walked into the venue without looking back.
"Looks like you have quite a few dogs in heat around you." Ethan felt the amazing sensation on his arm and leaned down to tease near Clara's ear.
Clara's face flushed slightly. She reached out and lightly pinched the soft flesh at Ethan's waist, leaning close to his ear with extremely explicit flirtation in her voice.
"Don't talk nonsense. I only go into heat for you!"
Although Ethan was used to Clara's jokes, he still felt his face burning at this moment.
And this extremely intimate, even flirtatious behavior fell completely into the eyes of Harlan following behind.
The smile on Harlan's face instantly froze, then twisted into a grimace!
His eyes flashed with an extremely venomous coldness as he stared at Ethan's back, grinding his teeth and roaring inwardly.
Some bastard who crawled out of god-knows-what slum dares to touch the woman I've set my sights on?
I'll make sure to destroy you tonight!
The auction soon officially began.
To Clara's disgust, Harlan shamelessly sat in the seat next to them.
Due to the auction house rules, Clara could only endure it for now.
As items were auctioned off one by one, the big screen suddenly displayed an extremely dazzling sapphire necklace.
The deep blue radiance instantly attracted the attention of all the socialites present, and a hint of fondness flashed in Clara's eyes too.
"Five million dollars!" Seeing this, Harlan directly called out an extremely high price!
The whole venue was in an uproar. No one was willing to offend the Moore family over something so overpriced.
Harlan smugly turned his head, looking down at Ethan and speaking extremely arrogantly, "You poor bastard, see that? This is what real power looks like!"
"This kind of necklace—only I'm worthy of buying it for the beautiful Clara! Trash like you who only lives off women doesn't even have the right to touch it!"
However, facing Harlan's crazy taunting, Ethan didn't even lift an eyelid.
His eyes, enhanced by supernatural abilities, had long seen through the necklace's true nature. He stopped Clara, who was about to raise her paddle, and responded in an extremely lazy and disdainful tone.
"It's just industrial garbage pieced together from cheap resin and industrial synthetic glass. If you like it, I'll buy you a glass factory tomorrow so you can smash it for fun."