Ethan glanced at Andriana with a hint of uncertainty, not entirely sure which Williams she was referring to. "The Williams only child's birthday?" he questioned, seeking clarification. Nodding, Andriana clarified."Yes, her birthday is supposed to be next month. However, due to her upcoming busy schedule and the simultaneous launch of their new product, they decided to celebrate it today." The words lingered in the air, and an audible sigh of relief escaped from Ethan's lips. He knew deep down that her birthday was indeed next month, as it was a date he could never forget."Please don't say no," she pleaded, desperation tingeing her voice, as she hugged herself tightly, clutching her heart as if trying to keep it from breaking. His lips curled into a playful smile, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Do you think that's your winning strategy?" he teased, causing her frown to deepen. "I know you're a kind person," she pressed, her brow furrowing with hope, "and I don't belie

"Hi Claire," Ethan said, his voice breaking, a mixture of nervousness and sincerity evident in his tone. Claire's eyes narrowed as she demanded. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" Her voice carried a strong undertone of anger, as she shot him a deadly glare. However, instead of answering immediately, Ethan ran his hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. Adriana, sensing the tension in the room, glanced between Claire and Ethan, her bewilderment creeping onto her features. Trying to understand the situation, she couldn't help but ask. "What's going on here? Do you guys know each other before?" But before Ethan could respond, Claire quickly made her exit, leaving the room in silence, her intuition guiding her away."What's happening? Do you know her from anywhere?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. As he tilted his head slightly, Ethan nodded to confirm his connection with Claire. "She's my wife, or perhaps I should say my ex-wife, although we have

Mrs. Williams was taken aback, unable to comprehend the fact that her daughter had just yelled at her, attributing it to the influence of someone she deemed unworthy. "Are you siding against me simply because of that person? It's clear to both of us that he is a thief and someone who only seeks material gain," Mrs. Williams voiced her concerns, the tension becoming evident as the room atmosphere grew increasingly charged. The escalated emotions created an uncomfortable and awkward moment between them."Can we please put an end to this needless drama?" she yelled in frustration. Johnson, having witnessed the sudden turn of events, swiftly intervened by dispersing the onlookers and signaling the conclusion of the heated exchange. Slowly, everyone began to make their way out of the room. Johnson hurried over to join them, his concern evident in his actions. "What is going on with the two of you? Why are you still arguing about that person? I thought we had already discussed this and co

"Move in with you," he said, his voice laced with amusement, a sudden sparkling in his eyes. His words held a hint of playfulness, as if he found the idea quite intriguing. "Yes, if you truly are interested in knowing about what killed your dad, you should be under my watch. I want to watch out for you while you do that," he continued, his tone becoming more serious and determined. There was a sense of protectiveness in his words, as if he would do whatever it took to keep you safe on your quest for answers."I don't think I will be able to do that," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. He tried composing himself as tension hung in the air, his body language reflecting his inner struggle. "I know this might be difficult," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "but this will help us get to know each other better and find strength in one another." He spoke with a hint of genuine sincerity, hoping to appeal to the Ethan understanding. "I can't take decisions in haste, I ne

"Mr. Clinton, I need you to drive me home. My mother has demanded my immediate presence," he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He nodded briefly, acknowledging Mr. Clinton's understanding. "I suppose we will have to visit another time," he smiled politely, indicating that their plans would have to be postponed. They both made their way back to the car, knowing it would be a long ride as Mr. Clinton drove towards his compound. "Do you mind if I come with you?" he asked, his request carrying a hint of demand. Ethan couldn't help but smirk, finding the audacity of the question somewhat amusing."I see," he calmly responded, stepping out of the car. Without wasting any more time, he watched as he briskly made her way into the house, his determination evident. He followed suit, sprinting down the hallway, the sound of his shoes reverberating through the walls. As he reached the living room, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. Mrs. Williams was causi