Ethan's gaze swept across the growing crowd of onlookers, their phones held high, capturing every moment of the chaos. His expression remained calm, but there was a calculated edge to his next move."James," he called out, not taking his eyes off the advancing bodyguards.James stepped forward immediately, his posture straightening with military precision. "Yes, young master?""Handle the crowd," Ethan instructed quietly. "Make sure this situation is contained. I don't want any videos of this uploaded to the internet. Use whatever resources are necessary."James nodded, understanding immediately. "Consider it done, young master. I'll contact the appropriate people to manage the scene and confiscate any recordings.""And deal with the traffic situation," Ethan added. "Clear the intersection. Get these vehicles moved. Make this look like a standard accident resolution, not... whatever this has become.""Understood." James

Uncle West nodded vigorously at Charlotte's words, his expression still troubled but determined. Without another word, he turned and hurried toward where Ethan was standing with James, clearly preparing to get into their car."Mr. Morrison! Mr. Morrison, please wait!" Uncle West called out, his voice urgent.Charlotte watched from a distance as Uncle West reached Ethan, saw him bow deeply—far deeper than necessary—and begin what was clearly an earnest, emotional expression of gratitude. Ethan's expression remained neutral, though he seemed to acknowledge Uncle West's thanks with a brief nod.The scene made Charlotte's chest tighten with an emotion she couldn't quite name. Shame? Embarrassment? Resentment that she wasn't the one expressing gratitude?"Come on," she said abruptly to Lina, turning away. "Let's get back to the car. I need to get to the office."Lina followed, but her expression was troubled. "Charlotte, wait. Aren't you going to go thank him too? Ethan literally saved you

The Kidman Corporation headquarters dominated the city skyline like a monument to absolute power and limitless wealth.Ethan sat in the back of the luxury sedan, his gaze tilted upward through the tinted windows, trying to fully comprehend the sheer scale of what he was looking at. The building wasn't just tall—it was a statement. A declaration. A physical manifestation of dominance that made every other structure in the city look like a child's toy by comparison.One hundred and fifty stories of gleaming steel and reflective glass soared into the sky, the top floors literally disappearing into the low-hanging clouds that had rolled in that morning. The architecture was modern but timeless, angular but elegant, designed by someone who understood that true wealth didn't need to scream—it simply needed to exist, undeniable and overwhelming.The building's facade seemed to shift colors with the light, panels of specialized glass catching the sun and reflecting it in shades of silver, gol

Vanessa stood frozen in the middle of the Kidman Corporation lobby, her hand still pressed against her burning cheek, tears streaming down her face. Around her, employees in expensive suits stopped their conversations, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them.She could feel their stares. Could sense their judgment. Could practically hear their thoughts: *Who is this woman? Why is she being dragged through the lobby? Why is that man hitting her in public?*The shame was unbearable. Absolutely crushing.And suddenly, something inside Vanessa snapped."How DARE you!" she screamed at Derek, her voice echoing across the marble lobby. "How DARE you put your hands on me AGAIN! In PUBLIC!"Derek's eyes widened with alarm. "Vanessa, lower your voice—""NO!" Vanessa's voice rose even higher. "I'm DONE lowering my voice! I'm DONE being quiet! I'm DONE being treated like GARBAGE by you and your DISGUSTING family!"She looked around at all the watching faces, at the phones that wer

Marcus raised his eyebrows, clearly confused by Rebecca's sudden instruction to turn around. He glanced over his shoulder briefly—just a quick, dismissive look—then turned back to face Rebecca, his expression suggesting he thought she was trying to distract him from the issue at hand."Ms. Rebecca," he said, his tone taking on a slightly condescending edge, "with all due respect, there's nothing behind me that's more important than what we're discussing right now. I understand you're busy, but this matter cannot be dismissed so easily."He straightened his shoulders despite the pain it caused, his posture becoming more aggressive, more insistent."The security of Kidman Corporation workers is not something that should be taken for granted," Marcus continued, his voice rising with renewed confidence. "It's not just about ME—though God knows I deserve protection after what happened. It's about what this represents for the company."He began pacing slightly, warming to his argument, his