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 up, recognizing the person immediately. It was his wife's secretary."So, she doesn't

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 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 secretary, a tall man with a smug expression, crossed his arms over his chest. "She doesn't need to," he said coldly. "You're nothing but an insatiable parasite. She's offering you five million dollars to sign the divorce agreement. Take it and disa

With a deep sigh, Ethan collected the phone and walked out of the room to receive the call. He pressed the phone pressed to his ear and uttered,“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, sh

“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

Ethan's fingers trembled as he gripped its cold, metallic edge on the man's face with all of his power. He had expected resistance—some mechanical lock or invisible force—but this was different. The mask breathed. It pulsed faintly against his touch, like a second skin bound by will, not metal. He was astounded at this revelation, and he wondered how possible this could be. He tried pulling with all his strength again, but he wasn't successful. The mask was like a rock that couldn't be pulled easily from its position. A thrum of dark energy rippled through the air as if something ancient coiled within the villain’s flesh, guarding his identity like a venomous sentinel.“This isn’t just an ordinary mask,” Ethan muttered to himself. “It's something more! Something I can't even explain!" Before he could process it further, Rebecca grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, her grip firm. Her usually composed face was tight with fear and worries. Ethan, fazed by her actions, snatched his