Chapter 6 I Am Looking for My Wife

Liam spoke earnestly. Ethan understood that Liam was genuinely considering his well-being. He nodded in appreciation. "Mr. Quinn, rest assured. I won't cause you any more trouble this time," Ethan assured him. "I'll maintain a low profile and avoid stirring up any chaos. But I truly can't go through with this marriage." Liam smiled at Ethan. "Don't be too hasty in rejecting it. Open it and take a look first. You might change your mind after seeing what's inside." "There's no woman I can't refuse," Ethan chuckled as he opened the wooden box. Shelly, driving ahead, let out a scoff. You can't seem to refuse any attractive women, can you? "Mr. Quinn, is this... is this real? Is it the same person?" Ethan asked, his eyes widening as he stared at the marriage contract inside the box. "It's the same person," Liam confirmed with a nod. Ethan, still holding the box, nodded back. If it was truly her, rejecting it wouldn't be an option. Shelly drove the car down to the foot of the mountain. Ethan stepped out of the Hummer and grinned at Shelly. "Pretty lady, feel free to come to me anytime for treatment. Don't worry, I'll cover the room charge." "Pervert!" Shelly snorted as she pressed the accelerator and drove away with Liam. Ethan watched the Hummer disappear, squinting slightly. He then lowered his gaze and opened the box again, looking at the marriage contract, where Rebecca's name stood out clearly. Two days later, in Sylora, outside Prima Villa 88. Ethan checked the address in his hand, confirmed it was accurate, and then rang the doorbell. He had agreed to this for two reasons. First, to ease Liam's concerns about him, and second, to use the marriage as a cover for his identity. After a short wait, a security guard approached from the booth, holding a rubber baton and pointing it at Ethan with an air of arrogance. "Did you ring the bell? What do you want?" The security guard sized up Ethan, whose worn clothes suggested he was from the countryside. His eyes reflected a mix of disdain and disbelief. "Hello, sir. I'm here looking for my wife," Ethan said with a smile. "Looking for your wife? What's her name? Does she work here? I can notify her," the security guard assumed, thinking Ethan's wife was likely a maid in the villa. Ethan smiled and replied, "Rebecca Smith." "What?" The security guard's face froze for a moment, then shifted to disbelief. "This isn't a place for you. Leave now." Rebecca was a renowned actress, adored by countless fans, with an endless stream of wealthy suitors vying for her attention. The security guard was certain that someone as disheveled as Ethan could not possibly be her husband. "Rebecca is really my wife. If you don't believe me, you can ask her to come out," Ethan said calmly, with a sense of conviction. With a clear conscience, he felt no fear. "Get lost. Leave quickly. Stop causing trouble here," the security guard said with growing irritation. Seeing that the guard had no intention of letting him in, Ethan simply strode forward, unfazed, and made his way inside. "What do you think you're doing?" The security guard grabbed Ethan, blocking his way. "I'm here to find my wife." "You're causing a disturbance. Don't make me lose my patience," the security guard growled, his face hardening with anger. Ethan didn't respond, continuing to walk forward. Seeing Ethan's disregard for his authority, the security guard drew out his rubber baton and swung it toward him. Thud! Just as the baton was about to strike him, Ethan swiftly sidestepped. The guard missed, losing his balance and stumbling forward. "You can't stop me. It's better to give up," Ethan said calmly, giving the guard a brief glance before proceeding. The guard, more enraged by Ethan's words, quickly got back on his feet and shouted, "Zemo, there's someone causing trouble. Get out here now!" Bang! After the security guard shouted, the door to the security room was pushed open. Several other security guards rushed out, and the lead guard shouted, "Who's causing trouble here?" "That guy!" The young guard pointed at Ethan. As soon as he pointed, Zemo Quinton, the lead guard, didn't waste any time. He and several other guards quickly surrounded Ethan. "Brat, I suggest you leave now. How dare you stir up trouble on my turf? Are you seeking a death wish?" Zemo glared at Ethan. Ethan sized up the guards briefly, then replied calmly, "I'm here to find my wife. I don't want any trouble." "Your wife? Who is she?" Zemo asked. "He says his wife is Ms. Smith," the young guard replied. "Dreaming! Look at yourself," Zemo sneered. "Yeah, how dare he lust after something he's clearly unworthy of," another guard scoffed. "Get out of here. Don't make us lose our patience," Zemo and his team said with a hint of contempt. They all believed there was no way Rebecca could be Ethan's wife. Ethan didn't measure up. Ethan said nothing, rubbed his nose, and kept walking forward.