"So, she doesn't even bother to come here to face me in person? Is that how bad and useless I am?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with pain. He had known this man for years, but now he stood before him as an adversary, a representative of his wife's new empire.The sleek, modern office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Ethan, a man in his early thirties with sharp features and a calm demeanor, sat behind his mahogany desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the polished surface as he held the phone to his ear. The voice on the other end was tense, almost anxious."How is our deal going?" Ethan asked, his tone steady but laced with authority and power. There was a brief pause before the voice replied, "We agreed before that we would help your wife's company go public, and you would give me what we need, right?"Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Business is business," he said calmly. "You did what you should do, and I will give you what

The ward was tense, the air thick with unease. The young lady lay on the bed, her breathing steady but her eyes still closed.Ethan stood by the window, his golden eyes fixed on her. Samantha standing beside him shifted uncomfortably, her curiosity getting the better of her.“Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” she asked, her voice low but insistent. “You said your blood would heal her. It clearly worked, her body is stronger now. So why is she still unconscious?”“Are we going to wait a little bit? She is taking a lot of time to wake up. What is going on, Sir Siegfried?” She mumbled, her voice hinted with fear and concern. Ethan didn’t look at her. His gaze remained on the young lady, his expression thoughtful. “Her body is healed,” he said slowly, “but her spirit is still trapped. She’s been cursed. My blood can cleanse the physical ailments, but it cannot break the hold of the curse on her mind.”Samantha’s eyes widened. “A curse? Who would do such a thing? Why would someone place a cur

“You miscreant, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you but to no avail. Do you switch off your phone because of me? Are you trying to make me angry?” Ethan chuckled at his wife's irate words. He totally forgot he had thrown his phone out of the helicopter earlier. The reason she could get through to him. “I found the woman’s contact information through the helicopter that had taken him away. Who the fuçk is that woman? Why is a helicopter here because of you?” Celine demanded, “I don't think you need to be concerned about that. We are not together anymore, you don't deserve to know anything!” Ethan mumbled. Celine was fuming over the phone, she never expected to speak to her in that manner. “You’re a coward, Ethan,” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “You can’t even face reality. You attacked my mother and brother, and then you ran away like a shameful child. You couldn't wait because you are embarrassed for beating up my mother. How dare you lay your hands

"So, she doesn't even bother to come here to face me in person? Is that how bad and useless I am?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with pain. He had known this man for years, but now he stood before him as an adversary, a representative of his wife's new empire.The sleek, modern office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Ethan, a man in his early thirties with sharp features and a calm demeanor, sat behind his mahogany desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the polished surface as he held the phone to his ear. The voice on the other end was tense, almost anxious."How is our deal going?" Ethan asked, his tone steady but laced with authority and power. There was a brief pause before the voice replied, "We agreed before that we would help your wife's company go public, and you would give me what we need, right?"Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Business is business," he said calmly. "You did what you should do, and I will give you what

Ethan walked out of the room with his heart filled with pain, and reached the lobby downstairs where he met two people who had once been family—his mother-in-law and his wife’s younger brother. His mother-in-law, Mrs. Henderson, a woman of sharp features, looked at him with a mixture of disdain and impatience. Her arms were crossed, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Beside her, his wife’s younger brother, Logan, a lanky young man with a cocky smirk, leaned against the wall, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Ethan had always felt a certain distance from them, but today, the air between them was charged with tension.Ethan took a deep breath. He had helped his mother-in-law’s company rise from the brink of collapse. He had poured his heart and soul into it, working tirelessly to ensure its survival. And when his wife inherited the company, he had supported her every step of the way. “ Mother-in-law, my wife is trying to divorce me! You need to talk some senses into her.