How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 176

Fitch returned to Yvan’s apartment. “Mr. Brown, I delivered the braised pork, and Ms. Spencer accepted it.”

Yvan, a cigarette between his fingers, asked blankly, “What were they doing?”

“Still sitting in the living room with the laptop open.”

“So they’re just talking about work?”

Fitch wrung his hands. “Well, that’s hard to say. They’re definitely not sleeping together. But with a man and a woman alone in a room, who knows if there isn’t some hand-holding or kissing going on.”

Yvan’s expression suddenly turned ugly.

Fitch was right. He couldn't be sure that nothing else was happening between Winifred and that man.

Just the thought of her kissing another man made his heart ache unbearably.

As anxiety surged, his stomach suddenly started to hurt. Yvan clutched his chest, his brow furrowing in pain.

Fitch rushed over. “Mr. Brown, what’s wrong? Is your stomach acting up again?”

Ever since his major illness three months ago, Yvan had been left with chronic stomach problems.

Before they left, Mrs. Brown Sr. had repeatedly warned Fitch to watch over Yvan, making sure he didn’t drink or smoke too much, and ate three meals a day on time.

Yvan hadn’t been drinking much, but he was smoking more heavily than ever.

“I’m fine,” Yvan said, pointing outside. “Fitch, I don’t care what you do, just get that man out of Winifred’s apartment. Now.”

Fitch panicked. “Mr. Brown, what can I possibly do? Don’t overthink it, I was just speculating. Ms. Spencer doesn’t seem like the type to be careless. I’m sure nothing is happening with that man.”

Suddenly, he shook Yvan’s shoulder. “Mr. Brown, look! He’s coming out! The man is coming out!”

Yvan quickly sat up to look at the screen. Sure enough, the footage showed Winifred and the man coming out together. The man got into the elevator, and then Winifred turned and went back inside her apartment.

“He’s finally gone. You can rest easy now, Mr. Brown,” Fitch said, relieved.

The tension in Yvan’s heart eased, but he was still worried.

“Fitch, have David run that background check on that man immediately. I want the results by tomorrow at the latest.”

“Yes, sir. I’m on it.”

Fitch had a feeling that if he and David didn’t deliver tomorrow, Mr. Brown would tear them a new one.