Chapter 350

The resolute figure walking away pierced Ethan Roscente's eyes like shards of glass. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, the fury in his chest with no outlet.

"She's utterly heartless," he muttered under his breath, though a flicker of helplessness crossed his gaze.

Jason Roscente cautiously approached, his voice barely above a whisper. "Uncle Ethan... I think Sophia's rejecting you because of your upcoming marriage..."

Ethan whipped his head around, his glare sharp as a blade.

Jason shrank back but mustered his courage. "You can't give her commitment, yet you keep clinging to her. That's pretty messed up—"

A sharp crack cut through the air.

Jason paled as he watched Ethan's phone screen shatter in his grip. Glass shards embedded deep into his palm, blood dripping between his fingers.

"That Bugatti Veyron..." Ethan suddenly spoke, his voice terrifyingly soft.

Jason's eyes lit up—until he heard the rest.

"—I'm selling it for scrap metal."

"No, Uncle Ethan!" Jason wailed, lunging forward. "I was wrong! I'll go reflect on my mistakes right now!"

Ethan shoved him aside. Before leaving, he tossed over his shoulder, cold as ice:

"Your Porsche is next."

Meanwhile, Sophia Lowell was absorbed in reviewing project files on her laptop. This was her last chance to secure a position at Luming Architectural Studio.

As dusk settled, she rubbed her stiff neck. The empty fridge stared back at her. Sighing, she grabbed her jacket to head out for groceries.

The moment she stepped downstairs, she froze.

Ethan strode toward her, his black trench coat billowing in the night wind.

"Come with me," he demanded, reaching for her wrist.

Sophia jerked back, wariness flashing in her eyes. "Mr. Roscente, maintain your dignity."

"Just this once." His voice was low, brooking no argument.

"I said no." Her grip tightened on the grocery bag, nails digging into her palms.