Chapter 41 You Are the Ones Courting Death
With a harsh shout, the guests who had been crowding around quickly retreated to both sides, clearing a wide path.
A whole squad of over thirty elite security personnel, armed to the teeth and wearing black tactical bulletproof vests, charged into the hall in an intimidating formation with their guns raised.
And surrounded by this group of heavily armed elites, a tall woman in a wine-red deep V-neck backless gown walked this way with elegant steps.
It was none other than the host of this banquet—Clara!
At this moment, Clara's eyes, which usually carried a hint of charm, now showed a suffocating coldness and murderous intent.
Seeing Clara's icy expression, the surrounding crowd instantly fell silent, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Everyone was certain that Clara was truly furious!
This ex-con who dared to cause trouble on her turf was completely finished this time!
He would definitely be shot full of holes on the spot!
Clara walked in her high heels, stepping through the glass shards scattered on the floor, and came straight to Ethan and the others.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, coldly surveying the mess at the scene, her voice devoid of any warmth. "Can someone tell me what exactly happened here?"
Before Ethan could speak, Layla, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, rolled her eyes and immediately put on an expression of having suffered the greatest injustice, rushing forward first.
"Clara! You're finally here! You must help us!"
Layla burst into tears, a few drops sliding down her affected face in a display that was simply nauseating.
"It's this man called Ethan! He's a violent maniac who just got released from prison! He and his sister not only don't have invitations, they snuck into your banquet to steal things, and that little bitch even openly seduced my husband!"
As Layla spoke, she pointed viciously at Ethan and Evelyn.
"My husband kindly rejected her, but instead of apologizing, she and her ex-con brother attacked people! Look at the security personnel you kindly hired—they've been beaten to this state by this savage lunatic!"
Silas immediately chimed in, putting on a gentlemanly appearance and nodding repeatedly.
"Clara, I can testify that every word my wife said is true. This kind of trash from the bottom of society has simply dirtied your noble estate! Scum like this should be shot dead immediately to uphold the dignity of the Foster family!"
The surrounding guests also nodded, staring at Ethan with extremely disgusted looks.
Hearing Layla and Silas's vicious accusations, Clara's expression grew even darker, the coldness in her eyes deepening.
Seeing Clara's expression, the surrounding guests sneered inwardly.
Ethan was truly done for this time!
Layla and Silas exchanged glances, a flash of wild joy in their eyes, their lips curling into an undisguised, malicious smile of victory. This was what happened to those who crossed them!
Without lifting a finger themselves, the Foster family's fury would be enough to crush this poor brother and sister into pulp!
"Are you done?"
Clara coldly interrupted Layla's sobbing.
Layla quickly stopped, putting on a submissive appearance. "Yes... yes, Clara."
Clara didn't look at them again, but slowly turned her head, directing her gaze at Ethan, who had been standing there with an extremely calm expression.
The atmosphere at the scene became tense to the extreme in this instant, with dozens of gun barrels already subtly aimed in Ethan's direction.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Clara to give the order to execute this ex-con on the spot.
"What they said..."
Clara stared into Ethan's eyes, her tone becoming somewhat subtle. "Is it true?"
Facing this inquiry from the Foster family's daughter, Ethan showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he casually shrugged his shoulders.
He raised his bourbon whiskey and took a sip, the corner of his mouth curling into a slightly mocking smile.
"What do you think?"
As soon as Ethan said this, the entire banquet hall erupted in uproar. Everyone looked at Ethan as if they were looking at a complete lunatic!
Had this guy lost his mind?
At death's door, he still dared to speak to Clara in such a flippant tone?
Who did he think he was?
Layla was so excited she nearly jumped up. She pointed at Ethan and shrieked, "Miss Clara, you see! This lowly ex-con still dares to disrespect you even now! Kill him quickly! Have your guards shoot him dead—"
Layla's shrill screaming came to an abrupt halt!
A slap so loud it was almost brutal exploded throughout the banquet hall!
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone's brain completely shut down at this moment.
Silas, who had been gloating just moments ago, now had his mouth wide open, unable to make a sound.
Because the person who delivered that slap was none other than the noble, cold, and powerful Clara herself!
Clara didn't hold back at all with this slap, directly sending Layla stumbling back several steps before falling awkwardly onto the glass shards scattered on the floor again.
Her already swollen face was now slightly bleeding, with blood even seeping from the corner of her delicate mouth.
Not just Layla—all the guests who had been waiting to see Ethan shot dead were now so quiet that only breathing could be heard.
Everyone's mind went blank, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, completely unable to understand what had just happened.
Why did Clara suddenly attack the victim? Had she gotten so angry that she accidentally hit the wrong person?
"...Clara?"
Layla covered her bleeding face, feeling the burning pain. After a brief moment of extreme confusion, she immediately screamed and started explaining.
"You hit the wrong person! I'm Layla! I'm from the Morgan family! I'm the victim! It's that damn ex-con and that bitch who caused trouble on your turf!"
She desperately pointed at Evelyn and Ethan, her voice full of grievance, once again emphasizing her victim status.
However, facing Layla's shrill defense, Clara's expression didn't change at all.
She looked down at Layla on the ground, her voice icy cold. "Didn't you hear? Ethan said you're lying."
As soon as these words came out, Layla was completely dumbfounded, even forgetting the pain on her face.
What?