Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day novel Chapter 250

"Aren't you afraid those fanatics will camp out near your home?" asked a viewer.

Ethan flicked the ash off his cigarette with an indifferent chuckle, "Let them come if they dare."

He seemed to answer every question thrown at him, the live stream viewers swelling to over half a million in the blink of an eye.

Ethan furrowed his brows at the screen, "Tips? What's that?"

The stream of virtual gifts was relentless, the screen awash with their effects.

Only after querying William via W******p did Ethan grasp the concept, promptly saying, "No need to tip me."

"How do I turn this feature off?"

His fumbling with the settings was proof of his usual disinterest in social media.

He glanced at his account, dumbfounded, "You've tipped over two hundred thousand in just this short time?"

"Forget it, I'm ending the live stream."

And with those words, Ethan ended the broadcast, leaving countless viewers in disbelief.

Who turns down money?

Madison had remained quiet, mistaking his activity for a work call.

"Do you understand this?" Ethan showed her the phone.

"You want to refund it?"

"Yeah."

"That might require contacting F******k directly," Madison suggested.

Ethan nodded, "I'll have William handle it."

Yet, the short live stream had already gone viral, a common occurrence Ethan paid no mind to.

On New Year's Eve morning, it was a phone call that woke him.

He silenced it quickly not to disturb Madison, who was sound asleep beside him. Their night had been a passionate one, lacking restraint.

Ethan stepped out of the bedroom to take the call.

"Come home for dinner tonight at eight, don't be late," the familiar voice of Mason commanded.

Ethan's patience was thin, "I won't come back. I've said it before; we have nothing to do with each other."

Mason coughed in anger, "Ethan, you!"

"Stop calling me. Whatever it is, go to your other son. It's none of my concern."

Ethan hung up, blocking Mason's number decisively. Legally, he had severed all ties with Mason, a relationship grinded away by years of grievances.

Father? He barely mattered now that Ethan had Madison.

Before returning to bed, Ethan received another call.

"Who's this?"

After a brief silence, "It's me. Happy New Year."

It was Yin Xiangtian.