All Chapters of Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

I knew Anna wasn’t going to stop there. I returned to Verdantia, planning to tell Jethro this, but he hadn't returned. Frustrated and sick of everything that had happened, I needed an outlet, badly. I took a bottle of red wine Jethro stored in the cabinet and began drinking.A drunken person had no worries, right?I was no wine expert, so I couldn't tell how good or bad the wine was. I just kept drinking despite how much of a light drinker I was. A little while in, I started feeling drowsy and my vision blurred. I had finished half the bottle, and yet the things I wanted to forget kept coming back to haunt me more and more vividly.Why the hell was this happening?!By the time Jethro returned, I was shit-faced drunk. Seeing him suddenly made me feel so, so wronged. "You're back?" I smiled, burped, and struggled to my feet before walking to him. Jethro frowned, then spied the almost-empty bottle on the table. "Have you been drinking?"I slipped and fell to the floor. I didn't

"You must’ve done something! She wouldn't have changed her mind if you hadn’t!" Mom didn’t believe me, and she hated me for it. There were two things she cared about the most: her precious baby son and money. "You never believe what I say anyway. But here's the thing: even if Anna hadn’t changed her mind, I wouldn’t have agreed to her conditions either!" I snapped.I was just as mad as Mom was. My future and work were at stake. I worked so hard to get where I was now, and my family wanted me to give all that up so that they could get money?!"You ingrate! How dare you talk to me like that!" "An ingrate? I’ve contributed to this family so much. Keep forcing me and… and… I don't know. Try me and find out."I’d cut my ties with them, and that would be what. I had enough of them. I had never felt any warmth from them. It was just constant suffering and zero love. Jethro was right; no one deserved to walk all over me. The days of me giving in to their demands were over now."Are y

I was a little miffed with what Doris said. She made it sound like Jethro was her perfect baby who couldn't possibly be the clingy one. In her mind, it had to be me."You don't have to worry. I won't cling to Jethro. I might just be some girl from a backwater town, but I know decorum too," I replied firmly.Doris smiled approvingly. "You're a good girl, Ms. Serena. I sincerely believe you’ll find your happiness one day."Please. It was only because she was happy to hear me make that sort of promise. She was being civil with me, but I knew it was because she wanted me to leave Jethro. This soured my opinion of her already.Having nothing else to say to her, I said, "Thank you, ma’am. If that is all, please excuse me."She didn't try to make me stay. "Remember what you promised.""Yeah, I won't forget it," I replied calmly while feeling a pang in my chest. "In the meantime, I hope you can persuade Jethro too.”Doris thought I was the one who was clingy, huh? Well, we would see how

My smile vanished, replaced by a profound sense of loss. The person at the door wasn't Jethro, the only person I longed to see."What brings you here, Mr. Dylan?" I asked, my voice tinged with disappointment.It was puzzling. No one else, including Dylan, should have known about this place."Ms. Serena, I'm here on Mr. Jethro's behalf," Dylan responded. He smiled at me, but I knew this was just out of courtesy as we weren't close.Hearing that Jethro had sent him sparked a flicker of hope in me. I thought Jethro had forgotten about me these past few days, but apparently not."Is there something Mr. Jethro needs from me?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.As far as I knew, Dylan shouldn't be aware of the nature of my relationship with Jethro, so I had to be cautious."Ms. Serena, Mr. Jethro instructed me to deliver this to you," Dylan said, handing me a check with a neutral expression.I glanced at the check, shocked to see the amount—500,000 dollars.I gazed at the

“I never needed Jethro's support and he was never the source of my courage. Even without him, I wouldn't be afraid of you," I declared to Anna, my tone ice-cold as our gazes clashed.Anna looked furious and seemed about to retort, but I didn't want to engage further, especially as my colleagues were starting to notice us."Ms. Anna, shouldn't you be with Mr. Jethro?" I suggested subtly, "Imagine if he saw you here arguing with me. What would he think?"Knowing Anna's concerns centered around Jethro, I intentionally brought him into the conversation. As expected, my mention of Jethro visibly unsettled her. And with a scornful look, she turned and left.Facing Anna, I stood my ground, yet it did little to ease the ache in my heart. Watching her head toward Jethro's office, a sense of loss engulfed me. My eyes remained fixed on his office door, a whirlwind of speculation about Jethro and Anna's interactions inside consuming me. Their relationship was no longer my concern, yet I couldn