Chapter 8

Ethan listened to the dial tone coming from the phone, taking it away from his ear to see the screen had gone black.

He suddenly exploded in rage, hurling his friend's phone across the room.

With a loud crash, the phone screen instantly shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

Everyone in the private room looked at each other in shock, not daring to make a sound.

Zoe carefully moved closer, placing her hand on Ethan's leg.

"Ethan—"

"Get lost!" Ethan roared.

"Ah!" Zoe cried out as Ethan flung her away, sending her tumbling off the sofa.

"Ethan... what happened?" one of his friends ventured to ask.

Ethan swept his murderous gaze over them, gritting out, "Where did Mia Johnson go? Does anyone know?"

"I think Newport, Rhode Island."

"That super high-profile wedding for the Newport heir that's been all over social media lately - I think Mia Johnson planned it."

"Ethan, how come you weren't invited to the Newport heir's wedding?"

Ethan ground his back teeth, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room one by one.

The next second, he abruptly stood up and strode towards the door.

"Ethan, where are you going?" Zoe quickly scrambled after him, grabbing his arm.

Ethan looked down, seeing the ring Mia had picked out still on Zoe's right ring finger. He roughly grabbed her hand and forcefully yanked the ring off.

No matter how Zoe cried and struggled, it was useless.

"Our relationship ends here. Don't ever show your face in front of me again, and don't you dare try to mess with Mia, or you know what will happen," Ethan snarled.

With that, he shoved Zoe away again and stormed out.