"You’re demanding justice… for what exactly?"Scarlett’s voice did not rise, yet it carried across the entire lobby with a calm authority that silenced every whisper, her presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere from chaotic noise into something far more controlled and suffocating as she walked forward, each step measured, and each movement deliberate, her gaze settling directly on Jenny.Jenny stood there in the center, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes red as if she had been crying for a long time, her fingers clutching the edge of her sleeve as if trying to hold herself together, yet the moment she saw Scarlett, her expression shifted into something even more fragile, and something practiced."Aunt…" Jenny’s voice trembled as she stepped forward, her shoulders shaking slightly, "I didn’t want to create a scene like this, but I have no choice… I’ve already lost enough today, I can’t lose my dignity as well… you didn't give a chance for me to explain earlier, but that doesn

"Don’t wander off tonight, my dear husband… I’d hate for anyone to forget you’re mine."Scarlett’s voice carried a faint teasing warmth as she stepped out of the car, her hand naturally slipping around Ethan’s arm as if it had always belonged there, her presence elegant and composed while the grand entrance of the private banquet shimmered under golden lights. The entire venue radiating wealth, power, and influence that only a handful of people in the city could command.Ethan glanced at her briefly, his expression calm, though the slight tightening of his posture betrayed the unfamiliar attention he was receiving, because unlike Scarlett, who moved effortlessly within such circles, he was still adjusting to standing beside her not as an outsider, but as someone who belonged."I believe I’ve already proven I can handle myself," he replied quietly, his tone steady yet carrying a hint of dry amusement.Scarlett smiled faintly."We will see," she murmured before guiding him inside.The

"Looks like this night has begun just now!" Ethan’s low voice blended into the heavy silence that had settled across the banquet hall after the sniper’s death, his gaze still fixed on the shattered glass windows overlooking the city while the faint warmth from the Dragon Ring lingered against his finger like a warning that refused to disappear completely.The once elegant banquet hall no longer resembled the prestigious gathering it had been earlier.Broken glass covered the marble floor and blood stains spread across overturned tables.Fragments of shattered chandeliers glittered beneath the dim emergency lights while terrified whispers moved through the remaining guests like an invisible wave.The atmosphere was no longer one of wealth and influence.It was fear.... Pure fear.Emergency response teams moved quickly through the hall, sealing off exits, questioning witnesses, collecting weapons from the dead assassins, and securing every corner of the building with ruthless efficienc

"You’re injured," Scarlett said quietly as her gaze settled on the faint traces of blood staining Ethan’s shoulder beneath the torn fabric of his shirt. "And before you try pretending otherwise, I already noticed it back at the banquet hall." Ethan glanced down briefly before letting out a soft sigh, knowing there was little point denying it now, especially when Scarlett was looking at him with that unwavering focus that rarely missed anything concerning him."It’s nothing serious," he replied calmly. "Just a scratch."Scarlett raised a brow immediately."You fought armed assassins with your bare hands," she retorted softly while stepping closer toward him. "At least let me decide what counts as serious." Ethan looked at her for a brief moment before finally giving in, because for years none noticed his pain or sufferings, he was all alone in everything, for the first time someone noticing everything without him even telling and that made him to give in infront of her.Without anoth

"Why exactly is General Hawke interested in meeting you?"Scarlett’s voice carried both curiosity and caution as she sat beside Ethan inside the car, her gaze shifting toward him while the city lights passed quietly beyond the windows.Ethan remained focused on the road ahead, one hand resting loosely against the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against it absentmindedly, his thoughts still lingering on the strange phone call from the previous night."Who knows?" he replied calmly, though his expression suggested he had already considered far more possibilities than he was willing to admit aloud.Scarlett studied him silently for a moment before leaning back slightly into her seat."You know," she sighed softly, "General Adrian Hawke isn’t someone ordinary people casually receive invitations from." Ethan hummed faintly in response, Scarlett continued anyway."He’s one of the most influential military commanders in the country," she explained calmly. "People say he person