“Hello, why are you disturbing me, Celine?" His voice tinged with annoyance. On the other end, his wife’s voice was sharp and furious, each word dripping with anger and accusation. “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

Celine’s fingers curled into fists. “My husband! My career? My success? That lady from the Grant family made lose everything I had worked for. She made me a lose multi-millions contract! The company and power I had struggled so hard to built, and everything is about to crumble down just because of that effing lady.” She seethed furiously, her voice laced with bitterness and contempt. “And now, she is clinging with my husband. She is a big threat to me, and I want her six feet below the ground!" Her voice tightened, envy and desperation lacing her words. “Take her out of this world. I want a clean and quiet job, I don’t care how you gonna do it.” Her face contorted with rage. Celine didn’t flinch as she was saying it. Every words came out of her mouth like it's nothing. She was desperate and her mind had been made up. The secretary was shaking on the spot, sweats dripped down from his face as a result of fear. He knew Celine to be someone who loves power and authority but he never

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 you want."The line went dead as he hung up the phone. He placed it gently on the desk, his expression unreadable.Suddenly, the door to his office burst open. A man strode in, his face flushed with anger, and threw a thick document onto the desk.Ethan looked

You couldn't wait because you are embarrassed for beating up my mother. How dare you lay your hands on my mother?Beating up my brother to stupor, you are a shameless being. How dare you lay your hand on Logan? Have you forgotten how delicate and fragile he is? You cowered in fear and couldn't stand up to your actions.” Ethan listened in silence, his expression calm but his golden eyes glowing faintly. He didn’t interrupt her, didn’t try to defend himself. When she finally paused, he spoke, his voice steady and measured.“The truth isn’t always what it seems,” he said. “Sometimes, what you hear isn’t the whole story. You’ll need to discover the truth for yourself.”“Everything your brother and mother told you isn't the truth. They are all lying against me. Instead of proving myself innocent or arguing with you about the issue, you discover it yourself and realize how wrong you and your people are." He said, his voice rising a little bit. His wife hesitated, her anger faltering for

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 you want."The line went dead as he hung up the phone. He placed it gently on the desk, his expression unreadable.Suddenly, the door to his office burst open. A man strode in, his face flushed with anger, and threw a thick document onto the desk.Ethan looked