Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1089

"Ethan, just because you're unhappy, doesn't mean you have to ruin it for everyone else who's lucky in love."

Trey let out a cold laugh, not even sparing Ethan a proper glance.

"As for whether I'm happy or not, that's up to fate. I don't really care. But I do know one thing—I can't bring myself to become a disgusting person who harms others without scruples just to chase their own happiness and desire," Ethan refuted.

Trey said, "You really hate me, don't you? But if I remember correctly, you once extended an olive branch to me, asking me to help you deal with Khloe… By your own logic, the person you should hate most now is yourself, isn't it?"

"Trey…" Ethan was provoked. In a flash, he grabbed the man by the collar.

They were roughly the same height and build, but Ethan trained regularly and was noticeably more muscular, his strength clearly superior.

Yet, the sudden exertion tugged at the wound on his abdomen, a dull pain flaring up and making his movements slightly constrained.

Trey seized the opening, grabbed his arm in counterattack, and shoved him away.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling, sinister gaze.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot—times have changed. You're Khloe's lapdog now. From the so-called righteous side of Khloe, I suppose you've conveniently forgotten your disgusting past?"

Ethan frowned, forcing himself to steady his stance, but Trey's words stabbed straight into his weak point.

"You bastard—don't compare me to you!"

Enraged, Ethan rushed forward and threw a heavy punch at him.

But Trey had already been on guard and blocked it immediately. Still, he was no match for Ethan's raw strength; the full-force blow landed on his cheek.

"Trey!" Ariana gasped in shock and rushed to his side.

She supported him and quickly stepped in front of him, shouting at Ethan, "Who the hell are you?!"

"So… you're from the Morrison family. You were sent by Khloe."

She should have realized earlier. His surname was Morrison, and his demeanor was nothing like an ordinary bar owner.

"Ariana, I didn't mean to deceive you. I was just afraid you'd be misled, afraid you wouldn't know the truth, so I—"

"Enough." Trey cut in sharply. "Stop polishing your own image. You pretended to be a bar owner, deceived my fiancée, and now, you expect her to thank you?"

Ethan looked at him, then at Ariana beside him, opening his mouth—but found he had no explanation.

His brows furrowed tightly, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Only then did he finally realize—this entire situation had, from the very beginning, been carefully set up by Trey.