The sound of the sudden braking sounded by her ears, followed by the sound of broken glass. It took Kylie a long time to get her mind back. She checked her hands and feet. Luckily, she was safe.

Like lightning, a man dashed to her and pressed her to his strong stomach.

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"Are you alright?" The man's anxious voice rang by her ears.

Kylie's heart lost a beat.

There was a lot of strange noise in her head pulling her nerves.

"Sir! Sir, do you want to go to the hospital to have a check?" The driver kept asking about Ethan's condition.

The driver was scared too because this man rushed out at short notice just then.

In order to protect the woman, the man pushes her out with moderate strength. He, however, was knocked over by the car, then landed on the windshield and rolled again to the ground.

Even though he got back to his feet as soon as possible and checked the woman's condition at first after such a serious impact.

The man must be the woman's boyfriend, so he cared for her so much.

Thinking of that, the driver suddenly heard a man shouting across the road, "Kylie? What happened?" Within seconds, another man ran across the road and stood before the driver.

"Kylie?" Stephen reached out his hands to pull Kylie, who was protected by Ethan in his arms.

Kylie then got rid of Ethan's arms and went back to Stephen's side.

At this moment, no words hurt him more than that silent rejection.

Stephen looked to Ethan and said, "Thank you so much for rescuing Kylie. Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?"

Ethan, instead, ignored him but stared straight at Kylie. "Are you alright?" He wanted to hear the answer from her in person.

Kylie compressed her lips, clenching her fists hanging by the sides of her body in silence. She gave Stephen a glance before replying in a low voice, "Thank you. I'm fine." Hearing that, Ethan was finally relieved, but his body shook a little.

Kylie subconsciously wanted to help him, but she forced herself to stop her steps. "Star, let's go back to eat!" She even didn't give Ethan a glance.

Stephen saw Kylie's indifference towards Ethan with his very own eyes. Even though Ethan could have died because of her, Kylie didn't show any concern like a common person would do.

Her indifference towards Ethan made him affirm the effect of hypnosis, so he held Kylie's hands and said to Ethan, "Hey, bro, we're eating hot pot. Why don't you join us?"

Ethan's eyes were as cold as the ice blade. He snorted, and his voice was faint. "Sorry, I have something to deal with."

After that, the man strode to his car.

Kylie apologized to the driver with her hands held by Stephen. The driver was willing to take responsibility and hoped they could persuade Ethan to have a check in the hospital.

Stephen smiled lightly, "Don't worry. He will." Seeing the driver frown a little, he added, "Well, he won't ask you for a medical fee, and you can go now." No matter what, the driver still left a name card before he drove away.

When Kylie walked by the Knight XV stopped by the roadside, she subconsciously glanced inside.

It was dark in the car, and she was able to see the man closing his eyes tightly, lying in the rear seat with the help of the dim street lights. There was a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the man seemed in pain.

Kylie felt hurt, but she tried her best to control herself and kept striding ahead.

Stephen also gave the Knight XV a glance, then turned to Kylie. "Shall we go to check Ethan's condition?"

Kylie raised a beam. "He'll go to see the doctor himself if he feels uncomfortable. Let's go back now! I'm starving." Saying that she held Stephen's hand walking faster.

In the car, the man slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the girl running away from him without hesitation, he wore a sad smile.

Right at this moment, his phone rang.

Ethan reached out his hand into his pant pocket, but it was so painful when he just moved a little that he couldn't help making an agonized sound. He did his best to draw his phone out.

"Yes," the man said gently as usual, although his forehead was already covered by sweat.

"Ethan, the prostitute, received a message from Michael. He told her to meet him at a bar," Nate said on the phone.

"Come out now. I'm at the outside of the door."

"Ethan, you haven't eaten anything tonight. Let me pack some..." The noise of pulling chairs sounded on the phone, followed by footsteps.

Nate ordered the prostitute to pack some food for Ethan. However, when they just walked out of the room, they encountered Stephen and Kylie.

He didn't hang up yet, so Ethan was able to hear his voice when he was teasing Kylie. "Oh, look at that! Sorry, Stephen, I don't think it's a good idea that you stole your brother's girl."

"I don't care," Stephen said airily.

"Indeed, you don't seem to care!" Nate knocked Stephen's shoulder on purpose when he walked by, then added, "I won't take you as my brother anymore."

Kylie felt like crying and tried very hard to stopped herself from doing so. "Who is he? He's so rude."

"One of my brothers," Stephen said, pulling Kylie's hand, walking into a private room.

Nate heard the sound of closing the door. He spat on the ground before he strutted to the outside.

When he just walked to the car door, Ethan stepped out of the car. He looked so pale, and his trim suit was covered in dust.

"Ethan, what happened?" Nate strode to him.

"Drive the car." Ethan didn't say much, turning to sit on the front passenger's seat.

The prostitute sat at the back. She wanted to ask what Lord Ethan had done to the woman, but she sensed danger from the man, so she didn't dare utter a word.

When the car had been on the road for a long time, she attempted to ask Nate, "How far can you guarantee this bug is useful?"

Nate gave her a glance from the rear-view mirror. "Within three kilometers."

The prostitute played the top button of her shirt, and it seemed she didn't believe it very much.

"Don't break it. It's the latest model, which can't be bought on the market." Nate was showing off.

"Will it be found out?"

"No way! Even Ethan failed to notice it. Michael is nobody compared to Ethan!" When Nate just finished his sentences, he sensed a cold glance from the man next to him.

Nate immediately beamed to please the man. "Ethan, it's all Ricky's idea, and it was also he who put the bug on your body for your safety."

Ricky was in his own house right now and somehow had a premonition.

The car finally stopped at the outside of a bar. After the prostitute was out, Nate supported Ethan by his shoulder.

However, when Nate just touched his shoulder, the man seemed in great pain.

"Ethan, is your arm dislocated?"