I stared at his face—so familiar, yet so foreign now.
All I felt was how unbelievably ridiculous this was.
Back then, when Ethan went bankrupt and hit rock bottom, I was the one who pulled him back up.
Without my connections and the influence behind me, there would be no Ethan Gilbert today. Even that piece of land Serena mentioned—it had already been arranged for him.
Now? No need.
I lifted my head and met his eyes with ice in mine. "Since that's the case, let's break off the engagement."
He froze for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Alex, that playing-hard-to-get routine doesn't work on me."
I clenched my fists, trying to stand, but the men holding me down wouldn't budge. I swallowed my rage and stared at him. "Ethan, I'm advising you—have them let go. Now."
His expression softened slightly.
Serena immediately latched onto his arm. "Ethan, just now, trying to stop Alex from driving that crappy domestic car and embarrassing you—my hand got cut."
She held up her finger—barely a scratch, nothing that even needed a bandage—and gazed at him with wounded eyes.