Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System Chapter 194 194: Ethan's Raging Fury

Ethan sat alone in the darkened room of Alexander's penthouse. The only light ca from the dim glow of the city outside, reflecting off the massive portrait of his father hanging on the wall. The image seed to mock him—a constant reminder of everything he'd lost, everything he'd failed to protect.

Anger, frustration, and grief mixed in his chest, coiling tighter with every breath. His mind kept circling back to one person: Xavier. The cause of his downfall, the one who took everything from him.

The silence of the room was broken by the sudden ring of the doorbell. Ethan frowned and walked over to the comms system, tapping the screen.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw the caller ID. It was Maximilian Hart.

"Open it," Ethan muttered, his voice cold but laced with curiosity.

The door slid open, and Maximilian stumbled in, looking like a man who had just survived hell. His clothes were torn, dirt sared over them, and his fair hair was tangled, coated with unknown substances. His skin bore bruises and abrasions, his expression haunted.

"I… I was robbed," Maximilian croaked out, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Beaten. Left for dead. Everything… everything's gone."

Ethan's eyes narrowed as he observed the scene, but there was no sympathy.

"Go take a shower," Ethan said, his tone firm. "Wear my clothes after. They'll fit you fine."

Maximilian hesitated for a mont, then asked, "Can you order sothing to eat and drink for ? I'm… exhausted."

Ethan didn't respond with words but simply nodded.

Without another word, Maximilian staggered off toward the bathroom, leaving Ethan alone once more.

The weight of everything hung in the air as Ethan stared back at his father's portrait, his fists clenched tighter. His hatred for Xavier burned brighter than ever.

A while later, Maxmillian stepped out looking way too fresh, wearing Ethan's clothes like they belonged to him. His hair was neatly combed, his shirt barely wrinkled, and the way he carried himself was full of that cocky attitude, like nothing in the world could touch him.

"Where's the food?" Maxmillian asked, voice sharp, eyes scanning the place as if it was so five-star hotel.

Ethan didn't lift his eyes from the dark corner where he sat, arms crossed, cold as ever. "Fridge. Heat it up yourself."

Maxmillian's jaw tightened, pissed off, but he didn't argue. Didn't need to. The look on his face said it all.

"If you don't like it, starve," Ethan added, with that sa blunt, pissed tone.

Maxmillian went straight to the fridge, grabbed whatever was left, heated it up, and returned without a word. He sat down in front of Ethan, hungrily digging in like the world owed him the al.

Ethan stared at him, his eyes heavy, filled with a mix of anger and bitter realization. Their lives—completely fucked, all thanks to Xavier.

After a few long seconds, Ethan broke the silence. "Why the fuck did you co here?" His voice was low but sharp. "You're wanted by the police, running from them. You don't wanna get caught in the middle of my revenge plan."

Maxmillian chewed slowly, deliberate, then swallowed. His eyes t Ethan's without hesitation.

"The police won't arrest ," he said, voice steady like he was stating a damn fact. "As a matter of fact, they were the ones who helped escape."

Ethan froze for a second. He didn't expect that.

Maxmillian smirked. "They're just pretending. All of it's a show, 'cause the higher-ups are breathing down their necks."

"Why would they help you?" Ethan asked, his voice tight. "Your father's dead. They should be hunting you like you're garbage."

Maxmillian's smirk turned darker. "Because the whole city branch is rotten. Corrupt as fuck. My father left behind blackmail material. All the shit—evidence on cops, politicians, everyone."

He leaned back, looking proud of the weight his words carried.

"I told them straight up—if they arrest , I'll drag them all down with ."

Maxmillian licked his lips. "So now they play the ga. Keep safe. Make it look like they're chasing , while really making sure I don't expose them."

Ethan sat back, the truth sinking deep. This wasn't just revenge anymore. It was a fucking war.

Ethan stared at Maxmillian, his eyes cold, full of suspicion. "So… you're here to kill ?"

Maxmillian raised an eyebrow, like Ethan asked the dumbest question on earth. "Why the fuck would I do that?" His voice was steady, like he didn't give a shit. "What the hell would I get from it?"

"Because your father's dead," Ethan said, his voice getting sharper. "And my father… shot your father."

Maxmillian sighed, like it was the most boring thing he'd ever heard. "I don't give a shit about that," he said. "I don't hold a grudge."

Then he added, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It was all Xavier's plan."

Ethan froze for a mont, trying to process the words.

Maxmillian leaned back, acting way too calm, almost like he enjoyed seeing Ethan struggle to keep up. "You rember that video? The one where I shot Leonardo in the head? Blew up everywhere. Everyone saw it."

His smirk darkened.

"But that wasn't . Not really," Maxmillian said. "Xavier was there. Sohow, he twisted my hand motion and I shot Leo in the head instead."

"At that ti, I kept wondering if I really missed and shot him, but now I know what had happened." Maxmillian let the words sink in, then added, "Sa shit with my father. Xavier did the exact sa thing."

Ethan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had blad Xavier for everything—his father dead, his life falling apart—but never in his wildest thoughts did he expect Xavier had directly manipulated the mont that killed Dominic and his own father.

His fury built up, stronger than ever. Hatred heavier, sharper. Xavier wasn't just so asshole who destroyed their lives… he was the one who controlled every fucked-up piece of it.

Now all Ethan wanted was to see Xavier burn.