Chapter 331

Nathaniel's eyes blazed with fervor. "Exactly! We must pay homage to the God of War."

His voice carried the weight of a solemn vow. "Consider this our unwavering pledge. To the helicopters—we depart immediately!"

"Yes! Let's move now!" Vivian cheered, her arms raised in excitement.

Internally, she exhaled in relief. Just as she'd predicted, Frederick Baldwin was impulsive to the point of arrogance. He'd swallowed her story about worshipping the God of War without question.

This way, the Baldwins and Ethan would never cross paths. Later, she could fabricate some excuse to prevent their confrontation. Perfect.

A smug smile curved Vivian's lips. She truly was a master of improvisation.

Just then, the butler hurried in, his expression tense. "General Baldwin, forgive the interruption, but... there's someone outside demanding to see you. Someone... significant."

Frederick scoffed. "Stop trembling. Who is this so-called 'big shot'?"

Before the butler could reply, the doors burst open.

A towering figure strode in, effortlessly bypassing the armed guards.

Ethan Blackwood, clad in an immaculate black suit, moved with lethal grace. His sharp features could've belonged to a Hollywood leading man, but the danger in his gaze was unmistakable.

Despite being outnumbered, his presence alone paralyzed the guards. They stood frozen, weapons useless in their trembling hands.

Vivian's blood ran cold. "How did he get here so fast? Does he have a teleportation device?"

Harborview City and Edinburgh were continents apart. Even by private jet, the trip took hours. Only one explanation existed—he'd arrived in Edinburgh before her.

Her plan had failed spectacularly. The worst-case scenario was unfolding before her eyes.

She wanted to shake him. Ethan, are you insane? You walked straight into the lion's den! You're Margaret's son through and through.

Vivian suppressed a groan. She'd just sent Margaret away, and now an even bigger problem stood before her. At this rate, she'd have to leave Edinburgh permanently to escape these relentless people.

The Baldwins scrutinized Ethan with hostile curiosity.

Ethan met their gazes head-on, his expression turning glacial. The air crackled with impending violence.

Vivian stepped between them, grabbing Ethan's arm with forced cheer. "Everyone, meet my stone-hearted ex-husband, Ethan Blackwood. Let's be honest—we have unfinished business, which explains his... eagerness to track me down. My apologies for his rudeness!"

She discreetly pinched his wrist, begging him with her eyes to play along.

A ghost of amusement flickered across Ethan's stoic face. "Indeed. Our matters remain... unresolved."

Julian Blackwood's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly would those matters be?"