"So, is it true that this petite fellow claims that only his customer can purchase the item?" Mr. Clark, with his silvery hair contrasting his dark suit, cast a piercing gaze upon the slight-framed salesman, causing the latter to quiver and bow his head in intimidation. As the words fell from his lips, Manager Lewis's temper flared on the spot: "Preposterous!" He glared at the diminutive figure: "You dare speak to Mr. Clark like that? Treat a customer in such a manner? You needn’t come in tomorrow!" "A-ah?" The slight young man looked stupefied, mouth agape, consumed by regret. Even Ethan couldn't bear to watch. He stepped up to confront Manager Lewis: "Are you Manager Lewis? Earlier, your team leader didn't say the same." "He mentioned that regular customers have a priority. Hard to believe. Does your store really have such absurd policies?" As the accusation hung in the air, the leader of the sales team avoided eye contact, visibly distressed. Manager Lewis's countenance also c

Jackson laughed even louder, thinking he'd caught Ethan. But he failed to grasp Ethan's underlying meaning, which was Ethan's disdain for people of such circles. Suddenly, the store's glass doors swung open, revealing a dashing young man in impeccable attire. To Jackson's astonishment, it was Warren Scott, the very same he'd just dined with. "Young master Scott, what brings you here?" Whispers filled the room. Was this the legendary heir of the Scott family of New Hanbok? Warren, wearing a beaming smile, approached Jackson: "Mr. Clark, I was free today and decided to visit." "What's all the commotion about?" Jackson, casting a sly glance at Ethan, replied: "Ah, just a little disturbance. Someone was bold enough to claim they could replace me as the store manager." "Really?" Warren laughed heartily: "This store is an investment of the Scott family, and the manager is our direct appointee. I'm curious, who dares make such a proclamation?" No sooner had he spoken than a multitud

With a mother's pride, she believed that with Londyn's beauty, even without the fortunes of the Edwards lineage, the doors to an affluent son-in-law were well within reach. As for the aforementioned wreck, and that Ethan fellow, should they remain unobtrusive, all would be well. But dare they interfere, Lily would harness the might of the James family and ensure these two inconsequential men never jeopardized her or her daughter’s fortunes. When Basil narrated the afternoon’s incidents, the air in the Ethan household grew thick with astonishment. Londyn was especially shaken, her hands clenched in suppressed rage. She hadn't imagined her mother would overstep so egregiously. Surely, even talk of divorce didn’t warrant striking another? As Ethan tended to Basil, applying salve to his injuries, a thought brewed within him. The James', best they steer clear of his home in the future, and above all, of Londyn. Otherwise, he wouldn't hesitate to make a single phone call that could plun

The sight brought an unbridled joy to Amanda's eyes. With a mischievous glint, she rolled down her window and taunted Xavier: "Accepting defeat yet, tortoise? Or shall we see your precious car reduced to ruins?" Xavier's face contorted in anger, taking on a livid hue reminiscent of a pig's liver. On the approaching broad curve, Ethan spared Xavier no quarter, surging ahead with such velocity that he left Xavier struggling to even catch a glimpse of his taillights. Ethan finally brought his car to a rest on a barren patch of land on the outskirts of New Single, as signposted. No room for doubt remained. Their Ferrari stood regally as the first arrival, with nary a sight of a second vehicle, no matter how hard one looked. "Many thanks, driving god." Amanda exclaimed jubilantly to Ethan: "Without you, I might've been the tortoise in this race." Amanda's gratitude seemed endless, but Ethan responded only with a knowing smile. The trio alighted, surveying the surroundings. The place

But the true enigma, the one who sent chills down Ethan's spine and who appeared to be an overwhelming threat, was a young man in a black windbreaker. This young man rarely made a move, but when he did, it was always with a brutal efficiency, targeting weak points and disabling his opponents in the blink of an eye. He was evidently leagues above the others present. Suddenly, Ethan's brow furrowed. Amanda was targeting this very man in the black jacket. Initially, she seemed overly confident, employing the same techniques that had downed previous adversaries. However, she soon realized her sweeps were deftly dodged. As realization dawned upon her, the young man lunged, a blade in his left hand aimed straight for her throat. A choked gasp escaped Amanda. She felt her breath obstructed, her escape routes closed. All she could muster was a desperate scream. In an almost supernatural move, Ethan snatched a stone from the car's hood. With a swift throw, the man's left hand froze in mid-