Paul, seeing that Casper was about to cause a scene in the restaurant, pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his men waiting outside. "Come inside. Now." Casper swayed on his feet, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Margaret. Her question made him only mad with rage. "What happened to me?" he repeated, his voice rising. "Did you just ask that?" Margaret gulped. The last time she saw Casper was later that afternoon. His contract was terminated and he was seen leaving the boardroom like an enraged bull. He was the last person she expected to see in this restaurant tonight. He was obviously drunk and consumed with rage at the sight of her. "Casper," she began quietly. "Let's not do this here. If you can tell me what happened I—" Before she could complete her sentence, he lunged forward and grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin. "Your boyfriend happened," he snarled. "If Ethan hadn't shown up, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. He took everythi

Ethan's voice was calm on the other end of the line as Casper finished his outburst. "You know I'm Mr. Wayne?" He asked casually. Casper's grip on the phone tightened. "I figured it out the night before I asked for my contract to be terminated. You might fool the others, but you can't fool me. I know who you are, Ethan. Don't even try to deny it."There was a brief pause. Then Ethan chuckled. "You're right. I am Mr. Wayne. I'm impressed; you figured it out quickly."Casper's jaw clenched. "I don't know what I've done to you this time, Ethan. I've been good. I left Northcastle United. I never bothered you. So why? Why the hell did you acquire half of my new club and tell them to drop me?""You want to know why?" Ethan's voice hardened. "Paul Lantern told me what happened at the restaurant. How you harassed Margaret. How you grabbed her arm and threatened her."He paused. "If you had kept your hands to yourself, maybe you would still have a club by now."Casper's blood boiled. "So tha

Gerald's eyes widened, and suddenly his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What? Ethan did this?" "Yes," Casper said, his voice cold and flat. "He's responsible for everything you're going through right now." Gerald shook his head, refusing to believe it. "Wait—time out. How the hell does Ethan have that kind of money to buy out all my debts and call them in? He's a supervisor at the club. He doesn't have that kind of money!" "Because he's Mr. Wayne, you fucking idiot!" Casper yelled. Gerald stiffened. His body went cold all over, as if someone had just poured ice water down his spine. "What?" he whispered. "Ethan Carter is Mr. Wayne," Casper repeated angrily. "The guy who bought Newcastle United is Ethan Carter disguised as Mr. Wayne." Gerald's mouth opened, but no words came out. It all made sense now. He thought about the day Ethan had walked into the boardroom and made Casper kneel before him. That was the day Gerald should

"What?! You want to resign?" Margaret asked. Ethan put his fork down and looked at her. He knew she wouldn't accept this easily but had to do it. "Yes, I'm thinking of returning to crypto full time," he replied. Margaret stared at him, her brow knitting in confusion. "Crypto? But there's nothing there for you, Ethan. Crypto is a sham. No one makes any real money from it." Ethan shook his head. "You shouldn't underestimate crypto, Margaret. There's so much money to be made there. Most people think it's just gambling. But it's about strategy, timing, and understanding the market." Margaret leaned forward, her voice earnest. "I don't want to hear it. I know a friend who dabbled in crypto and lost a fortune. He was a successful businessman, and yet he lost everything. I don't want that for you." Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but Margaret was already reaching into her purse. She pulled out a checkbook and a pen. "How much do you want?" she asked. Ethan blinked in surprise.

Leaning forward, Paul spoke quietly and seriously. "May I ask you something, Master Wayne? Have you ever met a man named Goldman West?" "Goldman West?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I've met him once. What about him?" Paul took a deep breath. "According to my sources, Goldman West met with one of the seven trillionaires a few weeks ago. He told them about meeting you and how you threatened to destroy his company." Ethan's eyes narrowed. He didn't say anything. He remembered his first encounter with Goldman West. It had been in Damian's lawyer's office, the day Damian had tried to avoid paying the billion-dollar settlement. Goldman had walked in as if he owned the world, but Ethan stood his ground. He had threatened to buy up Goldman's company and destroy everything he had built. Almost immediately, Goldman backed down and walked away. But it seems he hadn't forgotten after all. Instead of minding his own business, Goldman went to one of the seven trillionaires and told them