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“You thought wrong,” Ethan growled.

Richard clasped his hands together, crawling forward. “Please… please, I’ll resign quietly. Just don’t press charges. I have a family—”

Ethan grabbed his collar, lifting him like a ragdoll. “So did all the women you probably tried this on before. Only this time, you picked the wrong one.”

Alice watched, stunned, heart still pounding in her chest. The rage, the terror—it all blurred into disbelief.

Alice was stunned. Her lips parted, breath caught in her throat, as the scene unfolded like something out of a movie she was never meant to be cast in. Ethan—her calm, quiet helper—was now revealed to be someone with power so deep it could silence presidents and make wolves like Richard grovel.

She had never imagined Ethan’s identity could be this mysterious and powerful.

Branch President Cain adjusted his tie nervously, sweat beading along his temples. He turned to Ethan, choosing his words with caution now. “Mr. Storm… may I ask what happened here?”

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  • 95

    He spun toward Devon. “You’re dead, traitor! You and that snake you call a master—” “Master Ethan,” Devon said again, firmer this time, his tone cutting like steel. “Say it properly, or say nothing at all.” Paul actually lunged forward in blind fury—only for the Irving guards to immediately seize him by both arms, holding him in place as he thrashed violently. “Get your hands off me!” he bellowed, struggling like a man possessed. “Do you have any idea who I am?! I’m Paul Bellano! You don’t treat me like this! I’ll have your heads on spikes!” But no one was intimidated anymore. Not Ethan. Not Devon. Not Knox. And certainly not the Irving guards, who exchanged dry glances as if restraining Paul was just another part of their job—like sweeping the floor or fetching coffee. Ethan took a slow step forward, his voice deadly calm. “You’re not even first in line in your own family. All that rage, all that noise… for what? You weren’t sent here to lead anything. You were sent

  • 94

    Paul’s face contorted with fury, his chest heaving as he pointed a shaking finger at Ethan. “You provoked the Bellano family!”Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver. “I crushed your little plan to swallow Nova Corp,” he said coolly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “If that wasn’t a provocation, what was?”The room went still again.Paul’s lips curled back in a sneer. “You… you dare admit that so openly?”Ethan chuckled, a dry, mocking sound that made Sierra’s heart skip. “Paul,” he said, tone almost bored, “you and I were never on the same side to begin with. The Bellano family and I are already enemies. Nothing’s changed.”Sierra blinked rapidly, her throat dry. He’s not just standing up to them. He’s challenging them head-on.She couldn’t believe it. Ethan—the man she once nagged about not being man enough to get a job—was talking down to Paul Bellano like he was some street rat. And not only that…He was winning.Paul slammed his fist on the table again. “You think this ends well for

  • 93

    Devon cleared his throat and took a cautious step forward. The tension in the air was still razor-sharp.He bowed slightly again. “Master Ethan… I apologize once more. For everything.”His voice was hoarse, the words stiff with sincerity. “For standing against you. I didn’t. But not anymore. Because now I know.”Across the room, Marcus visibly paled.He gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, but they stayed dry, cracked with tension. He leaned toward Sierra slightly, whispering urgently, “Do you understand what this means?”Sierra didn’t answer.She couldn’t.Her body was frozen, her fingers trembling as she gripped her chair.Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared at Ethan—no, the man she used to call her husband. The man she’d mocked. Humiliated. Walked away from like he was nothing.She swallowed hard, a lump thick in her throat.If only I had known…If I had known who he truly was…Her nails dug into her palms as memories

  • 92

    Silence.And then— Paul’s jaw dropped. “What?”Even Devon’s brow twitched, eyes scanning Ethan with renewed scrutiny.“No, that’s not possible,” Paul laughed—an awkward, disbelieving sound. “The leader of Crimson Serpent? Him?”He looked to Knox for confirmation.Knox didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The respect in his posture, the stillness of his body—it said everything.Paul was stunned.Devon was even more shocked.For a heartbeat, his mind refused to process what he was seeing. But then, as the truth settled in like a thunderclap, he moved.The room was dead silent as Devon strode toward Ethan—not with anger or suspicion—but with something far more jarring.Respect.“Wait… what is he doing?” someone whispered from the corner.“I thought Devon hated this guy,” another murmured.And then, before anyone could even gasp—Devon dropped to his knees.Gasps tore through the room like a chain reaction.“What the hell?!” a woman near the window blurted out, clutching her chest.“No way…

  • 91

    Everyone was stunned.No one dared speak.The air in the conference room had turned thick—like a storm was brewing but hadn’t hit yet. Every breath was heavy, the tension almost visible.Sierra’s legs felt weak beneath her, her heart pounding so violently it echoed in her ears. Her face had gone pale, drained of all color. Her lips parted slightly, her breath shaky, her knees wobbling as she gripped the back of her chair for balance.Her voice cracked in disbelief. “No… that’s not possible.”She stared at Ethan, sitting so calmly, so still—like a king in his rightful throne. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment in her direction.That wasn’t the man she’d divorced.That wasn’t the man she used to mock with her friends and family. No… that man used to wear cheap cologne and second-hand suits. He used to stumble over his words at fancy dinners and get ignored in business circles. That man used to beg her to give him just one more year—one more chance to prove himself.And now…Sierra’s

  • 90

    The silence didn’t last long.A low chuckle broke through the thick tension like a crack in glass. All heads turned.Sierra.She laughed.Hard.Bent slightly at the waist, one hand clutched to her stomach, she let out a sharp, breathless laugh that bordered on hysteria. “No,” she said, gasping. “No freaking way.”Knox’s eyes narrowed dangerously.But Sierra kept going, shaking her head as she straightened. Her voice rang across the room. “This is a joke, right? That’s Ethan?” She pointed at him with manic disbelief. “My ex-husband who used to forget the damn laundry in the washer for three days straight?”Ethan didn’t move. He simply met her gaze, face unreadable.“The guy who couldn’t even keep up with Netflix payments for a month?” she continued, voice rising. “You’re all sitting here, trying to tell me he—he!—is the boss of Crismon Serpent?” She threw her head back and laughed again, harsher this time. “No. I’d sooner believe I’m a bloody astronaut!”The room was dead still.The Ir

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