And finally, Ethan, who had been absent for two days, called me. "Today is my mother's birthday party. She wants you to bring Gavin to the villa to celebrate. Dress nicely and don't embarrass me."
I glanced at Gavin's urn, wiped my tears, and replied coldly, "Okay, I will bring Gavin."
Ethan and I met years ago at a conference. Back then, I was a promising apprentice under my father, the CEO of our company, NovaTech. Life was good; I had everything I needed, and I was well-regarded by my family and peers. I was the quintessential good girl, admired and respected.
However then, I was still not announced as the heir of the Everhart family since it was a family tradition that they would only introduce me to the world once I became the CEO.
Ethan, on the other hand, was known as the rebellious young master of the Harrington family. Gossip at social events painted a picture of a man more interested in squandering money in bars than leading his family’s empire. It was common to hear stories of his father publicly reprimanding him for his recklessness.