rumors and devilish plans
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The next morning…

Ethan left Snow Dragon Villa and hailed a taxi by the roadside, heading to Prestige Tower for work as usual.

Twenty minutes later, Ethan arrived at Prestige Tower.

Marcus had already parked the brown BMW by the roadside and was waiting.

“Director, you’re here. Sophia has already gone upstairs to work,” Marcus said as he stepped forward and opened the car door.

Ethan got into the back seat.

“Director, why didn’t you come with Sophia today? I noticed she didn’t look too well,” M
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    "Norman — you useless thing! What have you been doing down there? You can't even manage local relationships in the East Sea Province. That's not enough? You are dragging the Ning Group's name through the mud," the voice on the other end said with authority, the tone of someone used to being obeyed.Norman's face reddened. He could see the old man's smug expression and hated it, but he did not dare defy his uncle's authority openly."How dare you send people to destroy the Wallace patriarch's grandson and son? You've made a complete enemy of Mr. Wallace," the voice continued. "Norman — I am formally informing you that you are removed from your position as chairman of the East Sea Ning Group. You will take a flight back to Imperial City this evening. Is that understood?""And I want you to bow your head right now and apologise to Mr. Wallace. Do you hear me?"Norman ground his teeth in silence. His uncle was seizing the moment — using this to strip away everything Norman had built in th

  • Old man, watch what you say

    Mr. Wallace — my respect for you does not mean I am afraid of you," Norman said, rising from his seat and meeting the old man's gaze steadily.The man was in his eighties and still trying to use his prestige as leverage. Did he really think that would work?"The Ning Group has operated in the East Sea Province for years and has done considerable business with your Wallace Family," the old man said. "In recent years, has our family not given you enough support and face?""And this is how you repay us?" the old man continued, his voice rising. "What kind of behaviour is this?"Under ordinary circumstances he would not have pushed this hard. But this time Nathan and his father had been permanently disabled. With the Wallace Family's future line cut off, even if he had to drag himself in personally, he had to press this."You conspired with Spencer to destroy my son and grandson. That was cruel and unforgivable," the old man said, his teeth practically chattering. "As the representative o

  • secret guard unit

    "Ethan — these four are members of the Wen Family's secret guard unit. Their leader is the one called Nine, and only Nine knows the significant details," Zack said. "Nine is one of the core members of the Wen Family's dark guard. According to him, this operation was ordered by the Wen Family's dark guard commander.""The cause and effect is straightforward. The men I sent to investigate Evelyn were not discreet enough. Once they were traced back to me, the commander sent this unit to deal with me — using me as bait to draw you out," Zack continued. "The commander doesn't consider this a significant matter. He assumed I was acting on behalf of some Imperial City faction trying to map out the Wen Family's vulnerabilities."Ethan gave a slight nod. That matched his own assessment."What important information did Nine give up about the Wen Family?" Ethan asked.Zack said, "Nine confirmed there are several powerful forces backing the Wen Family from behind — but he doesn't know their ident

  • Pull The Trigger (2)

    The gunshot faded. A long shell casing rang against the pavement, throwing a thin trail of sparks. The 12mm heavy-calibre round struck the open road and left a deep scar in the surface. Ethan’s expression was unchanged. A faint cruel curve sat at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold as he looked up at the rooftop. On the roof, Number Twelve stared through the scope and saw Ethan’s cold, contemptuous gaze looking directly back at him. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Every hair on his body rose. “I — did I miss? That’s impossible. How is he not dead?” Number Twelve stared in disbelief, his vision swimming slightly. Both hands went soft. The heavy sniper slipped from his grip and clattered to the roof. What had just happened? How had the young man in the white shirt survived that? Number Twelve was absolutely certain he had aimed at the head. And yet the bullet hadn’t connected. He couldn’t work out what had occurred. “Number Twelve — what’s wrong with you?” the l

  • pull the trigger

    "Grandfather — who treated you? Which doctor managed this? I'll go and bring them a proper gift," Grace asked, still puzzled.The old man laughed quietly and said, "It was your cousin.""My cousin?" Grace was surprised, and then her expression became complicated.After returning home, she had also heard about what had happened to the Hartley Family. Every branch had been destroyed by the Wen Family.The thought alone made it impossible to say more. She didn't want her grandfather to learn about all of it."Do you remember your cousin Ethan — the one who used to take you around Zilong Mountain when you were both small?" the old man said with a smile."Cousin Ethan?" Grace pushed her glasses up and thought for a moment.That was when she was very young. The memories were faint, but she did remember — when she was five or six, visiting the Hartley household, the cousin who played with her most was Ethan."I remember — but cousin Ethan left the Hartley Family..." Grace said with uncertain

  • grandfather

    Twelve needles of different lengths — one inch, three inches, five inches, seven inches — three of each.Ethan shook his hand and arranged them in a row. He placed all twelve needles gently on his grandfather's acupuncture points one by one.Then he took the old man's wrist, flicked his fingers, and pushed several flows of internal energy through the channels of blood and qi.Soon, colour returned to the old man's pale face.Ethan swiftly removed all twelve needles, placed the silver case back in his coat pocket, and looked at his grandfather with a complicated expression.He had studied the ancient healing arts from a young age. The twelve-needle method of his lineage — as long as a person still drew breath, it could sustain their life. It was an ancient Taoist technique, not something modern medicine could explain or replicate.The old man had lost his youngest son and the grief had broken something in him — his qi and blood had weakened, his breathing had failed, and he had slipped

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