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

Ahh!”She screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed to the floor. The bodyguard outside the door heard the scream and burst into the room, his gun drawn and aimed directly at Ethan. His face was tense, his finger hovering over the trigger. But before he could act, a low, rumbling sound filled the air. It was deep and powerful, like the growl of a beast. Everyone froze, their eyes darting around in confusion.The sound grew louder, and then they saw it—a massive helicopter hovering above the building, its rotors slicing through the air. It was sleek and black. Several red laser dots appeared on the bodyguard’s chest, forcing him to lower his weapon. He hesitated, then stepped back, his face laced with frustration and fear.The helicopter descended, its powerful downdraft whipping through the lobby. The doors slid open, and a woman stepped out. She was tall and elegant, her movements graceful and deliberate. She saw Ethan's golden eyes, and was surprised to perform a court cer

of the aira 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 up, recognizing the person immediately. It was his wife's secretary."So, she does

"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