"You?" Ethan looked up calmly, his gaze sweeping over Jenny’s tense posture and the visible frustration written across her face as she crossed her arms tightly in front of herself.Despite the composure she tried desperately to maintain, anger still simmered clearly beneath her expression, fueled by the humiliation and public ridicule she had suffered over the past few days."You suddenly have powerful connections and now you think you’re untouchable?" Jenny snapped coldly. "Don’t forget where you came from, Ethan… or how easily everything can be taken away from you again... Even you know whatever you've now didn't get through proper ways, sooner or later everything will be exposed." Ethan remained silent for one brief moment, his expression was calm as he studied her quietly.Then finally, he spoke."Interesting," he said calmly. "For someone who recently became famous across the entire city for trying to seduce her aunt's husband inside his wife’s office… you still seem remarkably

"Careful with that file, Mr. Ethan… your grandfather specifically instructed that it should only be handed to you personally." The elderly lawyer’s voice carried a faint seriousness as he carefully placed the old leather folder onto the table between them inside the quiet private office.The folder itself looked ordinary at first glance, worn by age, its edges faded slightly with time, yet something about the way the lawyer handled it made the atmosphere feel heavier than it should have.Ethan’s gaze settled on it calmly."Did he ever explain why?" he asked while reaching for the document.The old lawyer shook his head slowly."Your grandfather rarely explained his decisions, even you know about his nature very well," he admitted honestly. "But shortly before disappearing, he specifically instructed me to protect those documents until you returned." A faint pause followed before the lawyer added quietly, "He also warned me that if other people discovered these papers existed… proble

"Brother, I really think it’s best if you hand those documents over to dad for now."Charlie’s voice sounded so calm and reasonable as he stood near the entrance of the underground parking structure, his expression carrying carefully measured concern while the dim overhead lights reflected faintly across the wet concrete floor.Anyone looking from the outside would have easily believed he was acting out of genuine care for Ethan’s safety.Unfortunately for him, Ethan no longer looked at Charlie the way he once did.Ethan leaned casually against the side of his car, the old leather folder still resting securely in his hands while his gaze settled quietly on Charlie’s face.Then a faint sneer appeared on Ethan’s lips as he asked calmly. "So you can steal them more easily afterward?" The atmosphere shifted instantly.Charlie’s expression stiffened almost invisibly before quickly softening again into disappointment."Brother…" he sighed quietly as if genuinely hurt by the accusation. "Ho

"You really weren’t exaggerating when you said your grandfather hid things everywhere."Scarlett’s voice carried quiet disbelief as she sat inside Ethan’s study room surrounded by stacks of old research papers, historical journals, handwritten notes, and fragile archives that had clearly remained untouched for years.The soft golden light from the desk lamp illuminated the scattered documents while the rain outside tapped steadily against the large windows, creating a strangely peaceful atmosphere despite the growing tension hidden beneath their investigation.Ethan sat across from her calmly flipping through another worn notebook that once belonged to his grandfather, his expression focused though faint exhaustion still lingered beneath his eyes after the recent events surrounding the banquet attack and the stolen documents."He never trusted banks with important records," Ethan explained quietly while scanning several handwritten pages carefully. "Grandfather believed information ca

"Are you absolutely certain about this prediction?"The nervous voice echoed through the encrypted phone call while Ethan stood near the large glass window inside the hidden office beneath one of Scarlett’s unused commercial buildings. The city lights stretched endlessly below him while multiple financial reports glowed faintly across the dark room.Ethan’s gaze remained calm as he reviewed the data displayed before him.Shipping routes.Political negotiations.Foreign investments.Government contracts.Every small movement connected itself naturally inside his mind like invisible threads weaving together."Yes," Ethan answered quietly into the phone. "Withdraw your investments from the Northern Maritime route before tomorrow afternoon." The wealthy businessman on the other side hesitated immediately."That route has been stable for years," he argued carefully. "My advisors said there’s no risk involved.... How am I supposed to believe you?" Ethan’s eyes lowered toward another repo