Cersei was sure that whoeverDaniel's master was, he wouldn't have the guts to put her in a cage."What did these women do to him?" She asked,"I don't know. Probably if you get to speak with him. You could waste the minutes asking what the women did to him," Daniel said before gesturing that it was time for them to leave the room."Will I get to speak with him? When will that be? Today?" She inquired."You ask too many questions for your reputation," Daniel said."I asked too many questions to be able to have that reputation effortlessly." She responded, gazing directly into his eyes."None of that would matter here." Dabile said, leading her back into her room.Meanwhile, outside the building, Ethan moved with Henry through the back. "Careful there, if you're not careful, believe me... You would be caught." Henry warned.Ethan threw a glare at him and said, "Next time anyone gives you an order that is against the name Ethan Ford, come to me and I'll give you double of what they offer

Meanwhile, at the Martell Mansion, Brandon woke up early to turn off his alarm clock before it could start buzzing in the room.He had his bath and was soon ready to head out when he heard a knock on his door."Come in," he said, adjusting his watch on his wrist. The old man, his late father's advisor, walked into the room. Bran turned to gaze at him. Seeing the look on his face, he could tell that all was not well. "What's wrong?" He asked nonchalantly."Cersei is no longer in our custody, and your agent is dead." The old man informed. Bran seemed unbothered by the news."When did this happen?" Bran inquired, picking up the brush from his table—he brushed his hair backward."It happened yesterday before dusk.""Why am I just hearing it?" Bran asked. He would have very much liked it if it happened today."The other man you hired fled the second he saw Ethan. Just Martha remained; she didn't have any access to a phone, so he got here really late last night and had no one to open for h

At Martell's mansion, Bran was prepared to leave his mansion.The chauffeur was already standing by the door of his cyber truck, ready to open the door for Bran when he marched out of the door, while the old man was standing by the door. Inside the mansion, Bran emptied his coffee cup and took one last glance at his reflection in the mirror. He smirked, ready to spend as much money as required to get the item that the old man claimed to be very important.He left his room and walked through the terrace; the old man bowed and followed behind until they got to the car.The chauffeur opened the door for Bran, then the old man joined him in the back seat before the door was shut."Are we set to go, sir?" The chauffeur asked."Yes." Bran responded; he texted Daniel asking if he had gotten any update from the men on the road to the warehouse."I don't think he has seen the conversation we made, sir." Daniel responded, assuming that if Ethan had seen it, the warehouse would be the first pla

Meanwhile, after Ethan left the hotel, he got into his car.Sat in there without turning on the engine of the car for longer than a minute.He picked up his phone and saw that he had a text, an important one. He recalled ignoring the messages that he received while driving to the hotel because he assumed that they might be from Cersei.He decided to check them now only for his eyes to fall on an unknown number: "Even after being reminded, you still couldn't make it." He read the last message that was sent before opening the rest.He had not had a conversation with him for a while now; this was the person he had asked to find an item for him, one that belonged to his family.Ethan sat up. "When was the last auction?""Today!" The person immediately responded and sent Ethan a number."I had someone pick it up. He had an interest in it too, so he bided and was able to get it." Ethan read,"This is his number." The man said in his other text.Ethan sighed, slapping his face, realizing tha

"You should not hold back anymore, Ethan. We are man and wife, and your love affair for some girl that you had to leave should not cause a problem in our marriage." She paused, gazing directly into his eyes after helping him take off his shirt."I don't like problems. I have a habit of eliminating them," she said, sending a message to Ethan."Do you feel that threatened?" He asked, helping her to take off her dress,"Yes. And I don't like treats, especially not in my marriage," she added.Ethan pushed her to the bed and climbed on the bed."We have that in common!" He said and kissed her lips."Pack your things. Get ready for the flight tomorrow; I don't want you to be tired." Ethan said before placing one last kiss on her cheek before climbing down from the bed.As he buttoned his shirt, Catelyn had a smirk lurking on her face."See you tomorrow, husband!" She said, biting her lips seductively.The second Ethan was no longer in the room, the smile died down.She took her phone and di