Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 216

Sean towered over him, his presence commanding and unyielding. With a deliberate movement, he reached out and grasped the man's chin, forcing eye contact. Sean's gaze was like a deep, unfathomable abyss, dark and chilling, seeming as if it could swallow one's very soul.

Despite Ethan's status as the esteemed heir of the Linwood family, accustomed to a life of privilege, even he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when faced with such a sinister stare.

“You’re so concerned about Vanessa,” Sean's voice was a low, icy drawl, dripping with disdain. “Do you fancy her?”

Ethan was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Before he could gather his thoughts, Sean spat out another phrase, cold and cutting, “Truly repulsive.”

Releasing Ethan's chin with a look of distaste, Sean grimaced as if he’d touched something utterly filthy. The driver, sensing the moment, promptly handed him a pristine white handkerchief. Sean took it, methodically wiping his hands before casually tossing the cloth onto Ethan's face.

The white handkerchief slid down, landing on the dusty ground, a symbolic reflection of Ethan's current state—rumpled, devalued, and utterly disgraced.

Turning on his heel, Sean made his way to the car. Desperation clawed at Ethan's heart, compelling him to shout like a drowning man grasping at straws, “Mr. Foster, please spare Vanessa. I can repay the twenty million!”

Sean paused mid-step, turning slightly to cast a cold, indifferent glance back at Ethan. “Money is the least of my concerns.”

“Then what do you want?” Ethan was at his wit's end, unable to fathom what could possibly sway Sean to relent.

Sean didn’t answer immediately. He stood there, a silent figure, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smirk. His aim was to see Claire happy, and those who had wronged her punished. But these were thoughts he had no intention of sharing with Ethan.