Chapter 101"What's going on here?" Grandpa Richard demanded, rising on his feet, his brow furrowing with concern. Grandpa Tristan also stood up, his face mirroring the same worry."Grandpa, I am leaving your house for good if you can't let me make my own decisions. I am not a kid anymore," Ethan said, his tone filled with anger as he stood his ground."Ethan is not up to that. This is your home" grandpa Richard replied, his face reflecting genuine concern for his grandson's well-being."This isn't my home," Ethan declared, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "I don't have peace of mind, and that's all I need in a home. My mum and my wife can stay here if they wish, but I am out of here." As he spoke, the weight of his burdens seemed to visibly settle upon his broad shoulders.His gaze hardened, his eyes reflecting a determination born out of a deep-rooted need for justice. "And no one should try convincing me to release those people. I am actively trying to pr

"I miss us, that feeling," she said wistfully, her voice carrying a hint of longing as she slowly made her way toward him. Each step was deliberate, her hips swaying in a seductive rhythm that captivated his attention."You missed me," he responded, his voice tinged with regret and an apology lacing his words. A slight frown formed on his lips, a combination of remorse and the weight of his current burdens evident in his expression. "I am sorry I have been too occupied. There are so many things I have to deal with right now, which is why I haven't been able to give you the attention you deserve. But please believe me, everything will come to an end soon. Just be patient with me," he pleaded, desperation flickering in his eyes."Don't say that," she responded, her voice filled with a mix of yearning and frustration. Her eyes met his, revealing the depth of her desire. "Do you realize how much I have missed you? It feels like an eternity since we last shared that intimate connection we

"I don't think he's in his right state of mind," he said quietly, concern evident in his voice. He paused, carefully considering his words. "I think he needs some time to gather his thoughts and make rational decisions. So, I will come back when he's in a better place mentally."But she scoffed dismissively, her tone incredulous. "I am sorry sir," she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "He had better be in his right state of mind and speak up. Mr. Ethan has already ordered us to forward the case to court. We are going to do it in just two days, and a whole day has already passed." She glanced at him, seeking his agreement, and he nodded in acknowledgement, understanding the urgency of the situation."Thanks for the pieces of information," he expressed gratefully, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "I will speak to you later." He turned and made his way out of the police station, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.As he walked through the dimly lit hallway, he su

"Talk about what I already told you," he stated firmly, his voice laced with determination, "get your lawyer ready.""And did I not make it clear that I am not going to get any," he said, his tone harsh, frustration seeping through his words, "can you please put aside your pride and just meet me?""Where are you?" he demanded, his voice filled with urgency."I'm right in front of the police station," he replied, the words hanging heavily in the air, followed by a long, tense silence."I will join you there briefly," he concluded the call, his voice carrying a hint of determination. Tucking the phone into his back pocket, he made his way to his car, his footsteps echoing in the empty street. As he settled into the driver's seat, his mind wandered back to Adrianna. The thought of having to work with that company gnawed at him, as he couldn't shake the feeling of being a loser for needing Adrianna to plead on his behalf to secure the contract. Moreover, his close relationship with his la

He carefully maneuvered his car through the bustling streets of the city, eager to reach his destination. After a short drive, he arrived at the nearby club house, the exterior illuminated by vibrant neon lights that seemed to pulse with excitement. As he parked his car with utmost care, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire the sleek lines and polished surface. Each reflection from the surrounding lights danced across the vehicle, adding a touch of luxury to his night out. Satisfied with his parking job, he stepped out of the car and made his way towards the entrance of the club.Upon entering, he was immediately engulfed in a world of sensory overload. The air was thick with the electric energy of anticipation, punctuated by the relentless beat of music flowing from every direction. The lively atmosphere reverberated through the walls and floor, creating a palpable buzz that seemed to infect everyone within.The club was a kaleidoscope of vivid sights and sounds. Lights of v