Chapter 101: So, why are you so sure your wife is cheating?

Chapter 101: So, why are you so sure your wife is cheating?

Chapter 101: So, why are you so sure your wife is cheating?

Ethan now has the skill “Hard as a Rock LV4,” which not only allows him to control his 10-inch “Pecker” to enter a battle-ready state but also makes it as hard as rock.

If used in a fight, a hit from his 10-inch “Pecker” could cause devastating fractures.

So, with a full-force hit.

Not only was the remote control smashed to bits, but the wooden nightstand also made a cracking sound as the wood splintered.

Though it wasn’t ruined, it did have a slight dent.

At this moment, Ethan exuded an aura of power.

“?” Michael’s pupils dilated, and his mouth hung open wide enough to swallow an egg as he stared dumbfounded at the shattered remote control: “You... you.”

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t manage to say anything coherent.

“This is the power of my 10-inch ‘Pecker.'” Ethan didn’t immediately pull up his pants. After all, it would be uncomfortable to always keep his big dick hidden away.

With such strength, it would be a waste not to show it off once in a while.

“You... you should put your pants on first.” Michael, being a man, instinctively found it quite an eyesore.

Even at the last moment of life.

That strange competitive spirit between men still plays tricks.

Once Ethan had put his pants back on and returned to his wheelchair.

“Is this what you call a superpower?” Michael, though over thirty and having fantasized about becoming the protagonist of an action-packed anime with various superpowers since childhood, found Ethan’s demonstration of his abilities a bit too much.

“Just admit it, this is a superpower, right?” Ethan had put on his pants, but they were still tented since he could only control the enlargement, not the reduction, making it very conspicuous as he sat in the wheelchair.

“Phew.” Michael sighed, coming to terms with it. With less than a month to live, why fuss over these details? “What’s the purpose of telling me all this?”

Here it comes.

Ethan clenched his fist, showing off his 10-inch “Pecker,” not because he wanted to show off.

But because Michael wasn’t like Ryan, who was about the same age and could gain trust by gradually getting closer.

Michael, over 35, well-off, with a life full of experiences and a high level of caution.

To pique his interest, Ethan had to present something beyond his understanding.

“Our goal is simple, to fulfill people’s last wishes and then receive corresponding compensation,” Ethan explained. If he said it was free, Michael would be suspicious,it was better to say it involved money to put him at ease.

“What compensation are you talking about?” Michael frowned, suspicious that this might be a scam.

That brother seemed a bit off. Why did he look so panicked at seeing him?

Ethan wheeled himself back to his room.

He opened his computer and began to analyze the current problem.

The mission was to ensure a divorce where the wife did not inherit the property.

Ethan frowned deeply. Legally, that was nearly impossible.

Even if he could prove the wife’s infidelity.

Legally, the guilty party would only lose a portion of the property unless she completely renounced her inheritance.

And Michael had less than three months to live.

“Damn it, why is completing one task so hard?”

Ethan rubbed his forehead, clueless.

Once Michael died, no matter what, the property would automatically go to his wife.

The afternoon rolled around.

Blair walked into the room with a bag slung casually over her shoulder. Seeing him lying motionless on the bed, she asked, “What’s up? You look down.”

“Just feeling a bit sad,” Ethan replied, turning his head to look out the window.

He couldn’t understand why completing a task had to be so difficult.

“Hmm.” Blair chuckled, tossing her backpack onto the bed and picking up a broom to start cleaning. She seemed in a good mood.

“Did something fun happen today?” Ethan asked, noticing Blair had been quite cheerful lately.

Before, she was always moody, the brooding, dashing type of girl.

Lately, she seemed much sunnier.

“Nothing happened, nothing fun,” Blair laughed in response.

Ethan was taken aback. Compared to two months ago, when he was paralyzed and near death, he was already lucky enough.

“Let’s get moving!”

He sat up in bed. There was no time for despair,there was always a solution.

“Where to?” Blair asked.

“The hospital might have home addresses,” Ethan mused, resting his chin on his hand. “I talked with Michael Morgan today. We agreed to handle his family dispute for a $10,000 reward.”