Stella asked cautiously, "Mr. Roscente, how do you plan to deal with Vanessa?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Ethan's eyes. "She dared to lay a finger on Jenna. I'll make sure she begs for death."

Stella shivered under his icy gaze.

Vanessa must have a death wish, targeting Jenna like that.

Didn't she know how terrifying Ethan could be?

Even Lucien's father avoided crossing Ethan, let alone the entire Valois family.

This time, Vanessa had truly messed with the wrong person.

As evening fell, Ethan's phone rang.

It was Xavier.

After a brief call, Ethan hung up.

He turned to Jenna. "We've got her. I'll be back soon."

"Go ahead." Jenna nodded obediently. "If anyone else shows up, I'll have Stella smash them with a vase."

Ethan ruffled her hair before leaving.

The black Rolls-Royce sped toward Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild.

This was one of Ethan's properties, usually guarded by Xavier and his team.

Within half an hour, the car stopped in front of Villa 88.

Xavier had been waiting in the courtyard.

"Where is she?" Ethan's voice was glacial.

"In the basement." Xavier led the way respectfully. "This way, sir."

The basement was dimly lit, with only a single swaying bulb.

A woman in black was tied to a chair in the center.

Her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth sealed tightly with duct tape.

Hearing footsteps, she struggled violently, muffled whimpers escaping.

Ethan raised a hand.

Xavier immediately removed the blindfold and tape.

Vanessa's eyes widened in terror. "E-Ethan?!"

"Surprised?" Ethan looked down at her coldly. "Didn't think about consequences when you attacked Jenna?"

Vanessa's face turned deathly pale.

All she'd wanted was Jenna dead!

How could that bitch survive after losing so much blood?

"Ethan, let me explain—" Her voice trembled.

Ethan waved impatiently. "Do it."

Xavier and the bodyguards stepped forward, fists raining down.