Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1266: Unable to Forget Her

Willow Crawford isn’t fond of places like bars and didn’t want to go inside. "Vivi, we shouldn’t go in. Do your parents know you’re sneaking into bars? They would be furious if they found out!"

Vivi Xavier playfully winked, "Willow, as long as you don’t say anything and I don’t either, how would my parents ever find out we came here?"

"But..."

"Oh, stop with the ’but’. Let’s go in quickly. I’ve heard that Ethan Barnes, the little tyrant, is back in the country!"

Willow’s heart skipped a beat. Ethan Barnes... the name sounded so familiar.

If she remembered correctly, Ethan Barnes was the demon who destroyed Celeste Linden!

This demon has returned!

While Willow was in a daze, Vivi had already dragged her inside, and the two found a secluded corner to sit down and ordered two cocktails.

"Vivi, who is Ethan Barnes?" Willow asked.

"Willow, you just arrived here, so you might not know the Barnes family. However, they are the top elite family in our area. The Barnes family built their fortune from arms dealing, and many descendants have become big names in politics and business. Their influence is like a towering tree. Now, Ethan Barnes is the sole heir of the family. He’s been eccentric since childhood and wherever he appears, people retreat three paces, earning him the title ’Little Tyrant.’ " Vivi gave a simple introduction to Ethan Barnes, the little tyrant.

Willow’s fingers clenched slightly; she didn’t expect the demon who ruined Celeste Linden to have such a strong background.

What happened years ago at the 1949 club had already been suppressed, and even Vivi didn’t know it was here that Miles Linden stabbed the eccentric and ruthless little tyrant. The little tyrant sent Miles Linden to detention, but Miles also sent the little tyrant to the hospital.

The little tyrant Ethan Barnes was feared by everyone, but Miles was inherently cold and indifferent, fearless of anyone, with a personality that would challenge gods and demigods alike.

One is gloomy and indifferent, the other is eccentric and ruthless; just thinking about it is nerve-wracking.

Willow felt uneasy. The place had been peaceful for years, yet she sensed another storm brewing.

Just then, Vivi pointed with her finger, "Willow, look! Ethan Barnes is coming."

Willow quickly looked up, just in time to see the club’s door being kicked open, letting in the cold outside air. Ethan Barnes had arrived.

He was very handsome, dressed in a trench coat and black boots, with an exceptional aura emanating eccentric and alluring energy, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

A group of black-clad bodyguards followed behind Ethan, creating quite the grand spectacle.

The owner of the 1949 club rushed over; perhaps he was too hurried, as he staggered and nearly kneeled before Ethan, looking quite pathetic.

"M-Mr. Barnes, what brings you here? Welcome, welcome," the owner said with a sycophantic smile, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

A bodyguard pulled out a chair, Ethan sat down, crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, and spoke lazily and effortlessly, "It has been a while since I was here, bring out your top host for a walk."

"Alright, here comes Rose!" The owner was well-prepared and called Rose over.

Rose was currently the top host at the 1949 club; true to her name, she was very beautiful. She approached Ethan with bright eyes; Ethan was not only the little tyrant here but also the Crown Prince of the Barnes family. Many girls secretly hoped to marry into the family and transform into phoenixes, and now, her chance had come.

Back then, Ethan lavished money at the 1949 club to gain a beauty’s favor, which became a legendary story. Unfortunately... Celeste Linden refused to comply.

If Celeste had listened, who knows how many great days awaited her. In Rose’s view, Celeste was too ignorant.

"Mr. Barnes, I... I am Rose." Rose obediently squatted beside Ethan’s legs.

Ethan looked down at Rose, then reached out and pinched her jaw.

Rose lifted her head, fluttered her eyelashes, and tried her best to captivate Ethan.

Ethan glanced at her and then disdainfully threw her face aside, "So ugly, truly repulsive."

A bodyguard handed him a piece of paper, and Ethan carefully wiped his hands, as if he had just touched something dirty.

Rose was thrown aside, lying on the floor pathetically, "Mr. Barnes, you..."

Rose felt hurt; was she really that ugly?

Could she genuinely be so unattractive?

How was that possible?

She was currently the hottest top host at the 1949 club. Men loved to request her company, and she assumed Ethan would also be captivated by her charms. Who would have thought he’d express such disdain for her and call her ugly?

The proprietor stood trembling at the side, maybe surprised at Rose’s reaction, but he wasn’t surprised at all in his heart. Back then, the little tyrant truly liked Celeste Linden; she could be said to be the apple of his eye.

"Mr. Barnes, naturally Rose can’t compare to Linden..." the proprietor chuckled humbly.

Upon hearing the name "Linden," Ethan’s hand-wiping motion paused briefly. But after just two seconds, he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Finished cleaning his fingers, Ethan tossed the paper onto the ground, discarding it atop Rose as if it were trash; he tilted his head and smirked, "Utterly boring."

With that, Ethan turned around and walked away.

Rose began to cry, but the proprietor sighed in relief, glad to see the intimidating figure leave.

Years ago, the little tyrant had fought with the gloomy youth here, leaving bloodshed everywhere—a nightmarish scene that still haunted the proprietor.

He never wanted to experience such an ordeal again.

However, after taking a few steps, Ethan suddenly stopped.

The proprietor looked up to see a slender figure slowly appear ahead—Miles Linden had arrived.

A shiver ran down the proprietor’s spine.

Devils!

Both devils were here again!

Willow and Vivi remained in their hidden corner, observing Ethan’s every move, and now, they also saw Miles Linden.

Dressed in black, Miles Linden slowly approached from the outside and stopped.

Miles stood cold and indifferent, while Ethan kept his hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on his face. After three years apart, their glance instantly sparked an old rivalry anew.

"Willow, it’s Miles! How is Miles here?" Vivi whispered.

Willow’s heart was in her throat; Miles had come. She suspected he’d come back eventually, but never guessed he’d come so soon.

Tension was already high, and Willow sensitively detected the oppressive atmosphere enveloping the bar. She slowly rose to her feet.

Ethan’s bodyguards recognized Miles; this youth, even after three years, was impossible to forget.

"Young master..." The bodyguards nervously shielded Ethan.

But Ethan waved away the obstructive bodyguards and stepped toward Miles.

"Kid, you’ve come? Perfect timing. Where have you hidden your sister? For these three long years, she’s never left my thoughts..."