Chapter 5 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
The crisp sound of shattering bones mixed with the squishing of flesh and blood rang out as Ethan's foot crushed Mason's entire kneecap into powder.
Mason's screams even drowned out the sound of waves outside. He clutched his completely deformed right leg, rolling on the ground like a maggot, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out from the pain.
"Take these two girls away." Ethan coldly glanced at Mason lying on the ground like a dead dog, then turned and walked out of the cabin.
An hour later.
Ethan carried the still half-conscious Evelyn into the living room, followed by the equally dazed Lauren.
"Oh my God! What happened to Evelyn?!"
Susan, who had been sitting on the sofa watching TV, immediately jumped up at the sight.
Ethan told her everything that had happened.
"You're lying! You lying ex-con!"
Susan's voice was shrill. "Who is Mason? He's the heir to the Jones family! Why would he need to drug Evelyn?! It must be you, you bastard, causing trouble again and pissing Mason off!"
Susan pointed right at Ethan's nose and cursed him out: "You think I'll believe such ridiculous lies? I will never be in cahoots with a criminal like you! Get out! Get out of my house!"
Looking at this unreasonable woman before him, Ethan's eyes gradually turned cold.
"Think whatever you want." Ethan glanced at Evelyn, who was breathing steadily. "At least she's safe now."
With that, Ethan turned around and walked out of the villa without looking back.
With Noah handling things at the company, Ethan had almost nothing to worry about, so he simply rested at home for two days, taking the time to adapt to the terrifying power surging within him from the serum.
Two days later, evening.
At the top-tier Royal Hotel, countless luxury cars flowed in like water. Politicians and business elites in fancy formal wear chatted and laughed on the red carpet.
Ethan wore a black custom suit that looked understated but was actually hand-tailored by top Italian craftsmen. With his hands in his pockets, he walked casually toward the hotel entrance.
A stretch Lincoln pulled up by the curb. Several bodyguards immediately wheeled out a wheelchair carrying Mason, whose leg Ethan had crippled two days ago.
Mason's right leg was wrapped in a thick cast, bandaged up like a mummy. His pale face showed a hint of sickly malice.
Standing beside Mason's wheelchair was Susan, all smiles.
"Mason, I'm so sorry. Evelyn isn't feeling well and couldn't come to the party with you... As for that Ethan, our family has already kicked him out! He pissed you off, and he deserves it!"
Clearly, Susan was doing everything possible to smooth things over with the Jones family, even going so far as to put all the blame on Ethan.
"Smart of you." Mason sneered through gritted teeth, about to say something harsh.
But when he looked up, his eyes met Ethan's as he was walking up the steps. His whole body shook violently, and uncontrollable fear instantly flooded his eyes.
But soon, realizing he wasn't on that boat anymore, his eyes turned cold again.
"Well, if it isn't the ex-con?"
Mason, surrounded by his bodyguards, blocked Ethan's path, his voice deliberately loud enough for everyone around to hear.
"What? You think a bottom-feeder bug with a criminal record like you can sneak into this party? You think this is the prison yard?"
Seeing Ethan, Susan immediately pointed at him and shrieked.
"Ethan! Why won't you leave us alone! Don't you know this is a party hosted by the Foster family! Get lost right now!"
The guests around them stopped in their tracks, looking at Ethan with disdain and disgust, pointing and whispering.
Facing the insults from Mason and Susan, Ethan just narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't even bother to argue back, just thinking how pathetically stupid these people were.
Just as Mason was about to call security.
"Oh my God! It's Clara!" Someone in the crowd let out a gasp.
Everyone immediately fell silent and respectfully stepped aside, making way for a wide path.
The hotel's golden revolving door was pushed open by attendants.
Clara walked out.
Tonight she wore a black deep-V custom evening gown that perfectly showed off her killer figure. Around her slender neck was a priceless sapphire necklace.
Her stunningly beautiful face showed no expression, radiating an untouchable aura of top-tier nobility.
Countless men at the scene couldn't help swallowing, but none had the courage to even look at her directly, because the Foster family behind her wielded terrifying power across the entire East Coast.
But under the shocked gaze of all the guests, including Mason and Susan.
This usually high-and-mighty Clara broke into a sweet smile that could charm anyone and walked right up to Ethan.
She naturally extended her slender arm and wrapped it tightly around Ethan's, her impressive chest pressing against him without any hesitation.
"Honey, you're so late. Those self-important idiots inside are boring me to death... I've been waiting for you to fill my time."
At Clara's words, the entire venue fell dead silent.
The guests who had just been mocking Ethan now looked like their eyeballs were about to pop out.
Especially Mason and Susan standing at the bottom of the steps—their expressions looked like they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight, mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a light bulb.
"Oh my God, what are we seeing?! Clara actually invited an ex-con? And she's so... intimate with him?!"
Ethan completely ignored the stunned looks around him, just smiled calmly and walked with her into the magnificent banquet hall.
After entering the hall, Ethan didn't head directly to the center of the party with Clara, but instead avoided the crowd's view.
"Dear Clara, can you tell me what's really going on now?"
Ethan chuckled softly. Based on how well he knew Clara, he'd already sensed this wasn't just a simple party invitation.
He just hadn't asked because of the emergency with Evelyn.
Clara blinked, smiling, and brought her red lips to Ethan's ear. He could even smell her faint fragrance.
"Sorry, actually I wanted to ask you a favor."
Clara's prominent chest pressed against Ethan's arm without any reservation. "Lend me your shoulder as a shield for the night. I promise I won't cause you any trouble."
Hearing Clara's request, Ethan smiled helplessly and turned to look toward the center of the hall.
"I'm honored, but unfortunately, your promise might not hold up."