Chapter 94 Win You Over?
Upon witnessing the scene, Ethan angrily hurled the thorny roses at Dalton’s head.
With a swoosh, the bouquet sailed through the air and landed right on Dalton’s head. The once vibrant flowers instantly lost a few petals, which then fell to the ground.
A couple of green leaves were also stuck in Dalton’s hair, making him look quite ridiculous.
The office door was slightly ajar, and people outside, hearing the commotion, peeked in and whispered among themselves.
“Dalton, have some decency and stop bullying a woman,” Ethan shoved one hand in his pocket, his expression full of disdain. “And you call yourself the prince of Kingsdom? Please.”
This blatant provocation left Dalton humiliated.
He frowned, his face darkening with anger. “Who gave you permission to come in, Ethan? Get lost!”
“And who are you to order me around? You think I’ll leave just because you say so?” Dalton, infuriated, swung his fist at Ethan’s face.
Ethan wasn’t one to back down. He pushed his tongue against his cheek and retorted, “Looks like you didn’t get enough of a beating yesterday. Want to go another round, huh? Fine, I’m all in!”
The office turned chaotic immediately, with Lydia becoming frantic on the side.
The onlookers outside were too scared to intervene as they knew who Ethan was.
These two were cousins and had a reputation for fighting since they were young.
They figured that it was best for ordinary people like them not to get involved in the feuds of wealthy families.
Lydia, unable to break them apart, turned to Meryl and snapped, “Are you happy now, Meryl, with two men fighting over you? If this gets out tomorrow, how do you expect to stay at Galaxy Holdings Group?”
Meryl, however, simply walked to the door and slammed it shut with a loud bang.
The nosy onlookers outside were cut off from the view, unable to enjoy the show anymore. Meryl walked back, bent down, and picked up the bouquet that had been trampled on the floor.
She grabbed the flowers and swung them at the two men’s butts. “If you two must fight, can you both do it somewhere else? Every time you fight in front of me, people might think you’re both trying to win me over.”
Dalton and Ethan then stopped fighting at once.
Dalton sneered, “Win you over? You wish.”
Ethan shot Dalton a glare. “If you’re not, I am.”
After Ethan spoke, he bent down and moved his injured, handsome face closer to Meryl. “Will you go with me to the hospital to check my injury, please?”
She, of course, flatly refused.
The fight between Dalton and Ethan in the office was strictly ordered to be kept secret.
Everyone in the Marketing Department, mindful of Dalton’s direct leadership, didn’t dare to defy this order, so the matter was kept under wraps.
Meryl returned to the office to clock out, and as she took the elevator downstairs, she saw Ethan’s car parked at the front entrance of the building.
It was after work hours, and many people were leaving the building.
It was as if Ethan was afraid no one would notice him. He leaned flamboyantly against the door frame of his flashy yellow Lamborghini, standing out like a sore thumb.
The cut on his cheekbone was quite noticeable, and there was a trace of red at the corner of his mouth. Because he was so conspicuous, passersby frequently turned to look at him.
Ethan, however, seemed oblivious. When he saw Meryl come out of the office building, he walked up and blocked her path.
With a low, magnetic voice, he said, “I’m hurt. Can you take me to the hospital?”
Without waiting for Meryl to react, Ethan shoved the car keys directly into her hand.
She tried to return the keys to Ethan, but he had already climbed into the passenger seat.
Feeling awkward under the curious stares of those around them, Meryl hurriedly got into the car. When she saw her colleagues from the CEO’s office suite coming out of the building, she quickly hit the gas and sped away from the company entrance.