40 Chapter 40: I Don’t Need The Money (1/2)

It's not that he was against sharing, just that Nate wasn't a serious enough person to understand his troubles. After all, he was just a playboy.

But Nate, who wasn't disturbed by much, advised his friend: ”I suggest you go see a doctor, to see if you're experiencing the beginnings of menopause.”

At that moment, the silent Ethan looked around and asked: ”Where is Cyril?”

”He's continuing his studies in America. Getting a lot of certificates that might be useless.” Nate continued: ”Every time I would try to introduce some girls to him, he'd refuse, and say he already had a companion.”

The moment he finished his sentence, Ethan suddenly stood up. ”Enjoy yourself, and I'm gonna leave.”

”Leave for where?” Nate asked.

Ethan didn't answer and walked out the door.

He sat in his Knight XV, smoking in the dark night.

Upon finishing his cigarette, he looked at his phone, uncertain whether he should dial the number. Finally, he did.

After a while, a woman's voice answered: ”Hi Lord Ethan, you finally appear.”

Ethan was not normal, like the others, and all his friends knew this about him. They couldn't contact him unless he called first.

He spoke: ”Why are you there?”

The woman, on the other end, sounded unhappy. ”I finished my job. Why can't I relax and enjoy myself? And you? Why did you call this number?”

”I'm looking for Cyril.”

”Why Cyril at such a time? Is it true that you don't like women, as they say?”

Ethan responded in a cold voice: ”I don't want to hear another word. If you do, I'll go to America tomorrow, and you know, that in America...”

”Ok, ok, I'll give the phone to him.”

Jan was afraid of him because she knew that Cyril would do anything for Ethan. There was a rumor that he had even made dinner for Ethan, for thirty days straight, and that each meal had been different.

So, upon hearing Ethan's voice, she was worried that Ethan would tease Cyril. They had moved to America, far away from home, and Ethan was especially unhappy about that.

Reluctantly, she knocked at Cyril's door. ”There's a call from Lord Ethan.”

A tall man with a book in his hands opened the door. He removed his glasses and said, doubtfully: ”BroEthan?”

Bro Ethan? Who the hell was Bro Ethan? Jan felt sick when she heard that.

Cyril took the phone from her and spoke in a tender voice: ”Hello?”

”You've been studying psychology, so I need your help.” Ethan was always direct when he needed help.

Hearing his friend's serious tone, Cyril responded with seriousness. He shut the door, ignoring the girl who stood outside.

Ethan explained: ”My friend Elliot recently met a girl. But you know, he's stubborn and sets his own rules. That girl keeps breaking the rules, again and again, so Elliot doesn't think there's a way to be with her.”

After a moment, he added: ”Elliot is too shy to ask, so I'm asking for him.”

Cyril responded, with surety: ”It's simple. Elliot has fallen in love with the girl.��

”No way. He does think that the girl is nice, but there's no way he could be in love with her!” Ethan replied.