Chapter: 676

Jonathan just stared at her, and after a moment, he burst into laughter.

His laughter was so hearty that his chest shook and the Laughter exacerbated the pain from his wounds.

"Jonathan, what's so funny?"

"So you think those bite marks came from another woman?" Jonathan asked.

Bethany frowned, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “You're not about to tell me they were from a man, are you? I wouldn't buy such a pathetic excuse."

“No, they really were from a woman." Jonathan deliberately prolonged the tension, observing her flushed, angry face, barely containing his smile.

Her jealousy was a sign she loved him.

Witnessing her like this thrilled Jonathan more than anything.

"So, you lied about not seeing another woman?" Bethany's glare was as piercing as a wife questioning her unfaithful husband, her grip tightening on the arms of her wheelchair as if ready to stand. "She could bite your shoulder; you must have had sex!"

Jonathan nodded, admitting, "Yes, not just once, but several times."

Bethany was struck speechless.

“She was drunk that night, and I was merely trying to get her to her hotel room to rest, but she insisted on being affectionate!"

Bethany covered her ears, turning away in disgust. "I don't want to hear the details! She touched you, and you just went along with it? Didn't you have any self-respect?"

"No, it's tough to maintain boundaries with her." Realizing her anger was genuine, Jonathan decided it was time to unveil the truth, lest she truly leave and he'd be left helpless. "Have you ever considered that this person might be you?"

“How could—"

Bethany halted abruptly, her words trailing off in disbelief.

"How could Owlimited Company collapse overnight? Who was behind it?" he reminded her.

She was still piecing it together; the whole situation was a tangled mess.

Her mind flashed back to when Ryan had arrived unexpectedly in Brokdon. She had questioned him about Owlimited Company, and he confessed to being the mastermind behind its ruin.

"Were you in Brokdon too, when I was drunk?" she asked.

"Of course. Otherwise, how did I get the bite marks?" he asked.

"The driver from Westsilver who assisted me... Was he working for you?"

Jonathan considered this briefly before nodding. "You could say that, yes."

“So, you orchestrated the fall of OwLimited Company?"