Chapter 163
Author: Adewale
last update2026-07-08 17:33:17

The morning light was pale and grey when Ethan finally opened his eyes.

He had slept on the couch. He didn't remember falling asleep. He remembered the gala. The gun. Chloe's cold smile. The grandfather's threat. And then nothing. Just exhaustion pulling him under.

He sat up slowly, his neck stiff, his eyes heavy. The penthouse was quiet. The city was waking up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a sea of glass and steel and distant traffic.

His phone was on the coffee table. He picked it up.
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