At Secret Company, while Ethan was going through some files that needed signing, he was interrupted by a knock on his door."I thought I asked you to keep my schedule clear for 2 hours?" Ethan muttered with his gaze on a file sitting on his desk. He felt completely displeased that he had just been disturbed."I'm sorry, sir. But someone is here to see you," Lilian apologized."This better be good." Ethan said, raising his gaze to her face,"A man is here to see you." She paused, not knowing if she should go on."I know a lot of men, Lilian; give me a name!" Ethan said sternly,"Xavier Alexander." She informed him, causing Ethan to chuckle softly."Send him in," he said, getting to his feet as he took some steps to the other side of his office.Xavier walked in only to find Ethan standing next to a wine cabinet."What do you want to drink, Xavier?" Ethan asked, raising one of his brows, "Serve me your best wine, Ethan," Xavier responded, taking a few steps to his desk.Ethan smiled, t

"How do you know him?" Ethan asked, furrowing his brows.Although Elia has been in what he'd call a castle for years now, she seems to know more than what he knows."Has he told you his name yet?" She asked,"He didn't directly tell me his name," Ethan responded, causing Elia to scoff."It's almost like he doesn't have a name. He has gone by multiple surnames over the years and had even gone by Martinez at some point," she informed, causing Ethan to walk towards the couch to sit, knowing this was a conversation he'd want to have."What do you know about him?" Ethan asked, trying to get to know what Elia already knows."Well, I know very little about him, and I'm surprised that you don't know anything about him yet. Dad wrote about him in his journal, and let me guess, you've been too busy to read it." She asked, and Ethan shook his head in response."No, I've not been too busy to read it." "I have a few things to get in line, but I'm still going through it at night, and I'm yet to ge

Xavier smiled, reaching his hand forward to shake Harrison. "It was nice to meet you here, Mr. Harrison. Are you perhaps in any way related to the Martinez family?" Xavier asked, wondering why the man was at the table."I'm not related to the Martinez family; I work for them," he informed, causing Xavier to raise his left brow, confused.He had to connect a few dots, realizing that Mr. Harrison's family history has not been traced to any rich person and people have not really looked into him that much.Now, it all fell into place in Xavier's head. "That's shocking news, but I guess the late Mr. Martinez is a man of many surprises." Ethan smiled. "Speaking of my father and surprises, I must guess that you must have gotten a surprise yourself." Xavier nodded, reaching into his pockets for some cards."I hope you all are ready to come with me to have a proper dinner?" He said, causing Ethan to arch his brows, confused."I have booked a place for us to go to have a good dinner," Xavier

Ethan frowned. "You must be tired, Catelyn," he said, increasing his speed."I'm not Ethan; you don't take things seriously with me." She said sternly, causing a chuckle to escape Ethan's lips.He pulled the car over and turned to her; he had a stern expression, one that interrupted how serious he was at the moment. "How do you want me to take anything you say from henceforth seriously?" He paused, raising his left brow."When you have just asked that I coerce Rosanna into aborting her baby?""How insecure can you be?" Ethan asked; with the manner by which he spoke, he demanded an answer.Catelyn leaned closer to him, not willing to give in to anything he said, "You might trust Rosanna, but I don't! Can't you see she's trying to stay in your orbit?""There's nothing to see, Catelyn!" He said, opening his own side of the car before walking towards Catelyn's side,He opened the door, holding the door out for her before muttering underneath his breath, "Come, we're here," he said.Cately

"He's my son; what do you suggest I do with him?" Alexander asked, causing a sly smile to form on Brandon's lips.He enjoys a good game of question and answer. "I don't think it's up to you anymore, Alex. I told you before, if your son happens to turn his back on us, I'll take him out myself," Bran said, emptying his glass of wine before getting to his feet."I suspect that you're getting too old to draft a good plan. I'll be taking my leave now so you can catch your flight. Meanwhile, I have a strategy." Brandon said, "What strategy?" Alexander asked, arching his brows,"You'll see." Bran responded before heading out of the room.Brandon got back to his estate; he sat in his car for a while, gazing at his steering wheel, but his view of it was blurry. He reached for his cigarettes in his cup holder and placed one between his lips. Brandon felt numb, sitting in that car. It wasn't a foreign feeling; what seemed foreign to Bran was happiness. He had felt it once when his father was a