Ethan hadn’t been bluffing when he said he was carefully calculating every move.The moment he got home, he pulled out his phone and quietly dialed LeVert’s number.“Hello, My Lord! Greetings to you—”“Mr. LeVert,” Ethan cut in sharply, ignoring the greeting entirely. “I think I’ve managed to find a starting point for our plan.”On the other end, LeVert’s curiosity spiked. “Really? What do you mean by that?”Ethan exhaled slowly, a faint edge of satisfaction in his voice. “I’ve successfully gotten inside GRC. Not only that, I’m now working closely with the man who murdered my parents.”There was a brief silence.“I got hired today,” Ethan continued. “Darlington himself made it possible. I’m officially a janitor at GRC… and more than that, I’ve been assigned as Darlington’s personal janitor.”LeVert’s grip tightened around his phone.A janitor?What should have sounded like progress suddenly felt like walking straight into danger.“You’re working as a janitor?” LeVert repeated, his voi

Just as Ethan had suspected, the safe wasn’t an ordinary one. It had to contain something—something valuable enough to fit perfectly into his plans.His instincts had never failed him before. There was no way his conscience would lead him wrong. Whatever was hidden inside that safe… it had to be useful. It had to be the key to his revenge.Holding onto that thought, Ethan’s gaze swept across the office, sharp and restless.What could the passcode be? What would he possibly use?His mind raced, calculating, searching, refusing to settle.Then suddenly—his eyes stilled.An idea struck into his mind. “The Wong Family’s foundation date…” he muttered under his breath.It made sense. The date marked the rise of the Wong legacy—the moment their forefather, Mr. Wong, gained both independence and wealth. A date celebrated every year on the 6th of December.If he wasn’t mistaken… the code had to be 0612.“I should try it,” Ethan whispered, stepping closer to the safe.He exhaled slowly, steady

DING… DONG!DING… DONG!A sharp vibrating sound echoed from the other end of the room.The instant it rang out, Darlington’s attention snapped toward it, breaking his concentration completely away from the wardrobe. Without hesitation, he quickly shut the wardrobe , pushing it firmly until it clicked.Ethan let out a silent breath of relief, as Sweat trickled down his body. Oblivious, Darlington walked straight to his desk. He sat down, crossed his legs, and reached for his ringing phone.It was his secretary—Shirley.A frown creased his face.Why was she calling him? And at this hour? It was far too early. As far as he knew, she should be occupied with the 'PRODUCTION'?So why was she calling?He lifted the phone to his ear, lowering his voice instinctively.“Hello,” he said. “Shirley? What’s going on? Why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be revising the 'production' and its release?”From inside the wardrobe, Ethan’s ears perked up.“PPRODUCTION?” he wondered silently. “What kind

“I overheard everything he said today,” Ethan began, his voice firm and controlled. “And I mean it when I tell you this—Darlington Wong has been shedding blood for ages. And guess what? He’s about to spill the blood of a lady… within the next twenty-four hours.”“Really?!” LeVert exclaimed, his curiosity instantly piqued. “He’s willing to go that far? But why, My Lord? Why would he want to shed blood?”Ethan exhaled slowly. “It’s a long story.”Then, without holding anything back, he began to explain everything in detail.He told LeVert how he had sneaked into Darlington’s office, searching for anything—anything at all—that could be used against him. Evidence… something strong enough to bring him to justice for his mother’s death.He explained how he had hidden behind the slightly open door, remaining completely still as Darlington walked in. And then… the conversation.Every single word he overheard.From the business dealings… to the message from Stella… and finally, Darlington’s ch

It wasn’t long after the phone call ended that Darlington hung up and turned sharply, slamming his hand against the desk.“Damn it! I will never allow that girl to ruin me!”Those were his final words before he hastily gathered his documents, strode out of the office, and slammed the door shut behind him.The moment silence settled in the room, Ethan slowly stepped out from the wardrobe where he had been hiding.As his feet touched the floor, his gaze drifted toward the framed picture of Darlington hanging on the wall. His fists clenched tightly, veins faintly visible beneath his skin.Every word he had just heard came crashing back into his mind.From the furious slam of Darlington’s hand on the desk… to the cold discussion about the consequences of Stella quitting… and finally, the merciless order—an order for her to be killed.The memory alone was enough to ignite a storm of anger within him.“You haven’t changed a bit, Darlington Wong!” Ethan muttered through gritted teeth, his ey