Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Harold Winters Rage

After the banquet, Alex Reid prepared to leave. Despite his age, the Old man personally escorted him to the entrance—a rare gesture that spoke volumes about his gratitude.

As they stepped outside, the old man’s sharp gaze lingered on Alex, a mixture of appreciation and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Young man, you’ve done a great service for our family today,” the old man said, his voice measured. “I assumed you had some request for us, yet throughout the entire evening, you never mentioned one.” He studied Alex intently. “So tell me, what exactly brought you to the Wells estate today?”

Alex smiled faintly. “Reid Industries may not be as influential as the Wells family, but I don’t make a habit of asking for favors.” His tone was calm but firm.

“I didn’t come here seeking anything. Fixing the fortune layout of your estate was just part of it.” His expression grew serious as he continued.

“I also came to warn you—someone will try to cause trouble for the Wells family soon. When that time comes, don’t let them mislead you. If you do, it could cost your family everything.”

A heavy silence hung between them. The old man eyes darkened, his expression unreadable.

“Someone is targeting my family?” he murmured, his fingers tightening around the handle of his cane. “And you expect me to believe this without proof?”

“I don’t expect you to believe anything,” Alex replied, stepping toward his car. “But when it happens, remember what I told you.” With that, he opened his car door and sat into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove off into the night.

The old man stood there, his gaze following the fading tail lights. His face remained calm, but his thoughts were anything but.

“Who would dare come after the Wells family?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter who they are. If they think they can bring harm to my house, they’ll regret it for the rest of their lives.”

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Meanwhile, Trisha Wells was completely unaware of the events that had unfolded at her family’s estate.

After leaving the Police Department, she didn’t head home as she initially intended. Instead, she got into her car and drove toward a different destination—one she had been debating for hours.

Ethan Carter’s residence.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she muttered under her breath. “Lily is completely obsessed with this guy… What kind of man is he?” The curiosity had been gnawing at her, and now, she was determined to find out for herself.

Following the address she had found, Trisha arrived at an upscale residential complex. The towering buildings exuded elegance, their architecture sleek and modern. Even from the outside, it was clear that this was a place reserved for the wealthy and elite.

She stepped out of her car, taking in her surroundings with a critical eye. “Not bad,” she mused. “If he built this life from scratch, maybe he’s more impressive than I thought.”

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a commotion broke out nearby.

“Ethan, you son of a bitch! You ruined my life!”

Trisha’s head snapped toward the source of the voice. A disheveled man, his face twisted in rage, was charging forward with a fruit knife in his grip. His target? A well-dressed young man who moved with effortless composure despite the clear threat.

Ethan Carter.

Trisha raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold. “Well,” she murmured, crossing her arms. “This just got interesting.”

Ethan Carter sprinted down the sidewalk, his breath coming in quick, controlled bursts. Behind him, Harold Winters gave chase, his voice hoarse with fury.

“I’m telling you, Mr. Harold, this isn’t my fault!” Ethan called over his shoulder. “It was Alex, he tricked us both! I’m a victim just like you!”

Harold, however, was having none of it. “Do you think I’d believe a single word out of your mouth?” he spat. “I already know everything! Seventy million dollars assets are gone! And you, you bastard, sold them off to Reid for Hundred thousand! Then you turn around and buy yourself a damn luxury apartment? You think I wouldn’t put the pieces together?”

His voice was raw with rage, his steps heavy and unsteady. Before he could take another stride—

THUD!

Harold lost his footing and went sprawling onto the pavement, the impact shaking through his bones. He let out a sharp grunt of pain but didn’t stay down for long. Gritting his teeth, he tried to push himself up.

Before he could, the complex’s security guards rushed in.

“Sir, step away!” one of them barked, pinning Harold’s arms behind his back as another restrained him.

“Let me go! Damn it, let me go!” Harold roared, struggling against their grip. His face twisted with grief and rage. “That bastard ruined my life! My daughter’s in prison because of him! He took everything—my fortune, my home! What the hell do I have left? I’ll kill him, do you hear me? Let me go!”

But the guards weren’t listening. With practiced efficiency, they dragged him toward the exit.

Ethan, still catching his breath, watched the scene unfold. He shook his head, muttering under his breath.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled. “Why the hell is he coming after me? I lost everything too! Shouldn’t he be after Alex?”

Harold continued to curse and struggle, his voice growing distant as he was hauled out of the complex.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief and turned toward the entrance, ready to put the whole mess behind him. He just wanted to get home, take a shower, and forget the entire ordeal—

But the moment he turned, he came face to face with an unfamiliar woman standing directly in his path.

Trisha Wells had been watching the scene unfold from a distance. At first, she hadn’t paid much attention to Ethan amid the chaos of the confrontation. But now that she had a proper look at him, she found herself pausing in surprise.

The man before her was young, sharp-featured, and carried himself with undeniable confidence. There was an effortless charm about him, the kind that made it easy to see why someone might be drawn to him.

Her lips curved slightly. No wonder Lily is so taken with him.

Straightening, she extended a hand. “You must be Ethan Carter. I’m Trisha Wells, Lily’s mother.”

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