Chapter 270

Sophia let out a cold laugh. "Then we'll see each other in court. Let's find out who goes bankrupt first."

Tyler Galatea scoffed. "Stop pretending to be virtuous. Ethan Roscente already has a fiancée, yet you still cling to him like a parasite. Proud of being the other woman? You'd be better off with me—at least you wouldn't have to hide."

"Thanks for the offer, but I have no interest in trash."

Tyler's face darkened. He grabbed her slender wrist. "You bitch! How dare you disrespect me!" His other hand swung toward her face.

Sophia tried to dodge, but her back suddenly collided with a solid chest.

"Lay a finger on what's mine?" Ethan's voice was glacial as he seized Tyler's wrist. "It seems the Galatea family no longer wishes to operate in Hong Kong."

Tyler's legs weakened under the icy stare. He hastily released Sophia, sweat beading on his forehead.

Sophia quickly retreated behind Ethan. The man glanced at her briefly, ensuring she was unharmed before locking eyes with Tyler again. "Even your father grovels in my presence. Who do you think you are?"

Tyler paled. His father, a powerful figure in Hong Kong, was reduced to nothing in Ethan's words.

"Mr. Roscente, I—" Tyler's voice cut off abruptly when he spotted the man behind Ethan. "Uncle... Oliver?"

Sophia followed his gaze. It was Oliver Alpinus, the Hong Kong tycoon who had just been in a private discussion with Ethan. Now this influential figure, whose mere presence could shake the city, stood respectfully at Ethan's side.

Tyler's legs trembled, his drunkenness evaporating.

Oliver scowled. "You disgrace! You've humiliated the Galatea name!"

"I... I had too much to drink—" Tyler stammered, his back drenched in sweat.

Sophia smirked inwardly. These spoiled brats always blamed alcohol for their misdeeds.

Ethan leisurely adjusted his cufflinks. "Since Mr. Galatea can't distinguish real liquor from fake, perhaps a stomach pump is in order." He turned to Oliver. "Don't you agree?"

Oliver studied Sophia for a thoughtful moment before nodding. "A sobering measure is necessary."

Tyler's face turned ashen. He dropped to his knees, slapping his own face repeatedly. "Have mercy, Mr. Roscente! I was wrong! I swear I'll never do it again!"

Ethan looked down at him, his lips curling slightly. "Then kneel here until you're sober."