A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 23: No Way Out

"I am Victor Blacke."

These five words rang out like a blood-chilling curse, echoing endlessly.

Ms. Rong was utterly stunned, unable to fathom how Ethan had handed her Victor Blacke's private number.

This could only mean one thing: Ethan and Victor shared a close connection.

While Victor might have seemed powerless in front of Ethan, he was still one of the most influential figures in ZH City.

Most of the city's gray-market industries and underground venues operated under his name. He was, after all, Tiger Dalton's frontman.

A single snap of his fingers could end Ms. Rong's life, and her entire body went cold.

"Slap, slap—"

Beads of sweat streamed down Ms. Rong's face, soaking her once-alluring features.

She struggled to look at Ethan, only to find him sitting casually on a chair, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Well?" Ethan asked, his tone calm. "Have you made the call yet?"

"Thud—"

Ms. Rong dropped to her knees.

"Brother, I was blind! I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

She gave herself two loud slaps across the face without regard for her pride.

The dozen security guards behind her quickly dropped their weapons and knelt alongside her.

"Ah..."

Hanson Zacher, his face twisted with anger moments earlier, now stood in stunned silence.

"Ms. Rong, what are you doing? Get up and deal with him!" he shouted in disbelief.

"This can't be happening..."

Carolyn and Joyce were equally dumbfounded, their expressions twitching in confusion.

How could Ms. Rong, so calm moments before, suddenly kneel?

Sophia and Ricky were just as astonished, utterly clueless about what was unfolding.

"Ding—"

At that moment, the elevator chimed, its doors opening to reveal a group of over ten burly men.

They stormed in, their imposing presence causing bystanders to step aside instinctively.

Even with Victor's head wrapped in bandages, his distinctive prayer beads and swaggering gait were unmistakable.

The man himself strode into the room like a king surveying his domain.

"Ethan, Ethan! Finally, I've found you!"

Victor's eyes lit up as he spotted Ethan, his nervous heart finally settling. He'd made it here alive, despite the seemingly cursed journey that had taken an hour instead of thirty minutes due to constant mishaps.

"I nearly tripped on my way in," Victor lamented, gripping Ethan's hand tightly.

"Let's go somewhere quiet so you can check me over."

The sight of Victor treating Ethan respectfully sent shock waves through the room.

Carolyn and Joyce felt as though their heads were spinning.

Victor Blacke, a renowned figure in the underworld, was acting deferentially to Ethan?

How could this be? Wasn't Ethan just a live-in son-in-law? What sort of power or influence could he have to command such deference from Victor?