Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 49: A Hero Saves the Beauty

The next morning, glaring sunlight spilled over Claire Shaw, startling her awake.

She glanced at her phone; it was eleven-thirty. Luckily, today was the weekend.

Looking around, Ethan Blackwood was already nowhere to be found. She called Mia Hughes, asking her to get her brother-in-law, who worked as a realtor, to sell the apartment.

After a night’s rest, Claire Shaw rekindled her determination.

The phone rang again. With a tightening in her chest, she pressed the answer button.

A woman’s tearful voice came from the other end, "Ms. Shaw, something’s happened. Please come to the orphanage."

"Alright."

Having fallen out with Owen Crawford, Claire Shaw knew this day would come but didn’t expect it so soon.

Searching all around but failing to find her clothes from last night, she went to the master bedroom and found an additional row of wardrobes.

Opening the wardrobes, an array of dazzling women’s clothes met her eyes. Claire covered her mouth, disbelief filling her eyes.

She randomly picked a few items, from underwear to coats, all were exactly her size without exception!

She selected a cheongsam with a white base and green flowers, both graceful and fresh.

Worn on her, it fit perfectly, neither an inch too long nor an inch too short, clearly tailored to her measurements.

These high-end items couldn’t be made in just a day or two.

So, on those nights, when he repeatedly measured with his hands, it was to get her measurements exact.

So just like Owen Crawford, Ethan Blackwood had been planning for her all along.

Claire Shaw hurried to the orphanage, finding the inside in utter chaos. A gang of thugs wearing heavy gold chains and tattooed arms were indiscriminately smashing everything.

Protecting the children, Claire furiously dialed the number, hearing a low male voice on the other end, "Hello."

"You bastard, I already agreed to sleep with you, and you’re stringing me along while doing this, what do you mean?!"

Claire Shaw wasn’t aware that Ethan Blackwood was in the middle of discussions with the executives about an acquisition plan.

Even without the speakerphone on, her roaring voice echoed in the quiet conference room.

Suddenly, all the executives’ curious gazes were fixed on Ethan Blackwood.

Wow! The plot thickens!

It seems the woman President Blackwood fancies is quite the spitfire.

Could it be President Blackwood hasn’t succeeded in bedding her yet?

For a moment, everybody’s imaginations ran wild.

Ethan Blackwood hadn’t spoken yet when the vice president, with a knowing smile, suggested, "Let’s take a ten-minute break. We understand. President Blackwood, you go ahead first."

With phone in hand, Ethan Blackwood lowered his voice and walked out of the conference room. Hearing the chaos on the other end, unsure of what was happening, his brows furrowed, "Find a safe place and wait for me."

A child seized the moment when the man with the gold chain wasn’t looking, leapt up, and bit down hard on the man’s arm.

"Let go, you little brat!" Angrily, he threw the child harshly to the ground.

Probably really in pain from the bite, his face turned fierce, and he aimed a kick at the child’s stomach.

Claire Shaw acted decisively, grabbing a vase and smashing it on the man’s head with force.

The man, head now bleeding from the blow, turned his fierce gaze on her.

"You dare hit me? Do you not want to live?"

The hooligans around, like zombies, closed in. Claire, holding the child, retreated repeatedly, praying for the police to arrive soon.

"Screech—"

The sharp sound of tires screeching to a halt pierced the air.

Just as the man’s hand with the gold chain was about to grab Claire Shaw’s collar, a chair suddenly flew in out of nowhere.

With a loud "bang," the man, all fatty face, was struck squarely, his body collapsing heavily to the ground.

Claire Shaw trembled as she opened her eyes. Amidst the dust, she saw a man in a suit standing at the entrance, his expression fierce like a demon from hell, enveloped in a bone-chilling coldness.

Ethan Blackwood walked up to Claire Shaw, "Are you okay?"

The headmaster blinked at the man who appeared out of nowhere, handsome and dangerous, exuding a powerful aura.

Claire Shaw felt as though she were dreaming, "I’m fine, Mr. Blackwood. With clearly a month left, why resort to violent eviction?"

"They’re not my people."

Finn Pierce arrived with a group of bodyguards, and Ethan Blackwood casually picked up a seven-month-old baby crawling on the ground, brushing the dust off its diaper.

He turned his head slightly towards Finn Pierce, his voice cold as he spoke, "Teach them the rules."

Finn Pierce nodded, "Understood."

Only then did Claire Shaw realize the origin of these people.

"This project is a collaboration between you and The Crawford Family, and they are responsible for the initial land acquisition and compensation?"

"Yes." Ethan Blackwood’s eyes were deep and serious.

Claire Shaw thought about the call she had made to Ethan Blackwood earlier, and a touch of guilt appeared on her face. "Sorry, Mr. Blackwood, I didn’t know the inside story."

"No problem, it’s our company’s responsibility anyway."

Ethan’s gaze fell on the disheveled Hannah Hale standing nearby. "This must be the director. I am the President of The Blackwood Group. I apologize for the trouble our oversight has caused you."

Hannah was somewhat surprised, not expecting such a powerful figure to apologize to her.

She waved her hand repeatedly, "No, no, President Blackwood, you have a lot of things to manage daily, and can’t be expected to know about every small matter. You can’t be blamed for this."

The bodyguards escorted a group of street thugs out. The thugs knelt in front of Hannah with a thud, "Sorry, we were blind and offended you. Please be the bigger person and don’t hold it against us."

Before Hannah could speak, police sirens blared, and several police cars stopped at the entrance.

The police officer asked sternly, "Who called the police?"

Ethan Blackwood stopped Claire Shaw and casually replied, "I did. These hooligans came from who knows where, used The Blackwood name to trespass into the orphanage, maliciously vandalized, and attempted to harm people."

The police officer looked at the blood stains on the thugs, "So you all got into a fight?"

The man remained calm, "We are all law-abiding citizens and wouldn’t engage in such illegal activities."

"Then where did the blood on them come from?"

The thug with the gold chain suddenly lunged at the police officer, clinging to his leg, "I was blind and fell like this myself, please just take me away!"

With that, Gold Chain opened the police car door, clambered up skillfully, and popped his head out, "Chief, let’s go!"

The remaining lackeys followed suit, crawling over with faces full of fear, "Boss, take us with you!"

The police officer looked utterly bewildered.

Watching the trembling crowd get into the car, Claire Shaw felt a wave of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Ethan Blackwood spoke, "Hold on."

The steps of those getting into the car paused slightly, and the police officer looked over as Ethan Blackwood pointed to a few people, "They weren’t involved in the vandalism; they’re innocent."

The police officer looked at them, and they quickly nodded, thinking he was being kind, "Yes, we didn’t."

"Alright then, the rest of you, please go to the station for investigation."

When the police cars left, those few remained, kneeling before Ethan Blackwood, thanking him, "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood."

Holding a child in his arms, the baby girl had snot smeared on his expensive suit and was playing with his buttons; he looked approachable and not at all concerned.

However, as he slightly lowered his gaze, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, "No need to thank me; your task is to restore the orphanage. If even a single flower seed is missing, I’ll plant you in the soil."

Those left behind as laborers were baffled: ???

The orphanage was no longer habitable, so Ethan Blackwood relocated all the children to an abandoned nursing home.

After a busy afternoon, the children were finally settled properly, and Claire Shaw breathed a sigh of relief.

Hannah Hale kept expressing her gratitude, unsure of what else to say.

A black car stopped by the roadside, the window rolled down, revealing Ethan Blackwood’s handsome and composed face.

His eyes were calm, with a noble and courteous demeanor, "Ms. Shaw, it’s not easy to get a taxi here, allow me to take you home."

The upright appearance made it hard to believe his other side in bed.

The man’s expensive suit still showed traces of the baby girl’s drool and snot, and the sunlight cast a glow on his chiselled outline, making him appear much gentler, or so Claire Shaw thought.

Hannah Hale simply thought of it as gentlemanly conduct and did not think much of it.

"Ms. Shaw, please get in the car."

"Call me if you need anything."

Claire Shaw got into the car, and the window slowly rolled up.

With only a quarter left, Hannah seemed to see Claire, dressed in a cheongsam that accentuated her curves, suddenly lean into the man’s upright embrace.

When she tried to look closely, the window had already closed.

The tinted glass shielded all her prying gazes.

Hannah Hale rubbed the back of her head, concluding she must have been mistaken.

Ms. Shaw had always been aloof, rarely smiling even at her boyfriend, let alone someone of President Blackwood’s status.

Little did she know, Claire Shaw was wrapped around the man’s iron grip at the waist.

Her cheongsam perfectly highlighted her figure, every curve and contour.

The softness of her chest was pressed against the man’s sturdy embrace.

She bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound, lest Hannah hear.

Ethan Blackwood leaned down, pressing his head into Claire Shaw’s neck, his warm breath spreading across her skin...