I nearly burst out laughing.
Ethan's face flushed, and he barked at her to shut up, trying to drag her away.
I stepped in front of them.
"Ethan, if you really plan to transfer the money, do it properly. Why fake it? I haven’t received a thing. Why are you playing games with me? You look down on my money, but still live off it and enjoy every bit?"
Afraid the crowd wouldn’t believe me, I raised my phone and showed every major payment platform—no incoming funds.
Ethan hadn’t expected I’d truly expose him in front of everyone.
"It must be a bad signal—the money hasn’t arrived yet! I’ll do it again."
This time, the system voice rang out clearly: a 300,000-dollar transfer confirmed.
Ethan’s face twisted with visible pain, though he still forced a smug tone.
"See? I don’t care about your money at all."
I glanced at the confirmed balance and gave a satisfied smile.
"Good. The money’s received. We’re done here—no more ties between us."
I turned to pull Tessa away, but Ethan grabbed my wrist.
"You still haven’t apologized to Scarlet for excluding her! You’re not leaving!"
His words reminded me—Scarlet hadn’t yet flung her lies back at me.