Philip discovered that the situation was playing out according to the way he actually expected it to. The lawsuit that Mr Clifford had filed against him was a solid case, but there wasn't enough evidence to tie it to Philip. Philip had made it so that he wouldn't be traced back to those men. They had been beaten unconscious but they hadn't died. When the police had gotten to the scene of the place that Ethan was attacked, they had rounded up the injured thugs and took them in for questioning. They had tried to trace them back to the person that gave them the job but nothing could be traced down to Brick. Turned out that even Brick was merely middleman who had somehow linked up with the thugs and was using them as his disposable tools. He had been very careful and had made sure that they couldn't trace anything back to him too. Immediately after the thugs had told him what happened, Brick had severed all means of communication with them and disappeared like a ghost after taking al

"Are you staying?" asked Philip, turning to Sophia. Only the two of them remained, aside from Philip's butler who stood at a distance."Do you want me to leave?" Sophia asked. "I don't care what you do. I have some things that I want to attend to." Philip replied coldly. He turned around and walked off without saying much else. Sophia sat still in the spot with a contemplative expression. She didn't even know what to do or say. Her mind kept telling her that she was in trouble this time, but she didn't know how to deal with it. How could she who had always had things go her way become fearful because of some person that was proving especially difficult. She watched silently as Philip walked off. Philip called his butler's attention to himself. "I'm feeling suspicious about that bastard," Philip said. "What suspicions?" The butler asked curiously. "I am not quite sure..." Philip replied. He still didn't know where it was all going wrong. "I want you to go and find out all that

They arrived in front of a famous restaurant in Geneva. It was a large building with tall walls and magnificent but exquisite designs. Ethan escorted Maya out of the car and took her to the entrance. Somehow, the guards obediently made way for Ethan to enter without obstruction, this made Maya surprised. 'Did he come here beforehand to arrange all these?' She wondered inwardly. However, she couldn't dwell on that for long. She stepped into the interior and was dumbstruck. There were walls of marble and plated gold made into tiles and pillars. Every corner of the restaurant was glamorous. The tables were very sparsely arranged and neither one was close to each other, giving each group or date a relatively private space. It was clear that only extremely wealthy people could come to this place. Before any time could pass at all, they were both approached by a beautiful lady with a pretty good dress as she guided them to a separate table for the both of them. Even such a waiter had

Ethan and Maya sat opposite each other, their expressions bright and faint smiles danced at the edges of their lips. The food was set on the table before them but Ethan hadn't yet touched his plate. Maya was only taking little nibbles from her plate once in a while as she was completely engrossed with Ethan while he spoke to her. Anyone who looked at the both of them in the restaurant would regard them as couples who were on a date. Well, it was a date. "...I was only lucky to get out of there safely because Andrew had told some bodyguards to keep me safe." Said Ethan as he came to the conclusion of his brief narration. Maya's eyes twinkled like she had just heard a fairy tale story. But after a while of thinking about it, she discovered that she hadn't been truly listening. But luckily, she still recalled what Ethan had said. "That fool!" Maya cursed at Philip. Her face flushed as she imagined what would have happened to Ethan if he hadn't been protected by those two mysterious

Brick... He was a slim guy in his late thirties, but he looked like someone who was already in his fifties. As much as he loved having hair on his head and desired to keep it, he was still going bald as the hair on his head had become very sparse. He usually wore round rimmed glasses and looked like a notorious swindler most of the time. But Brick wasn't a swindler, he was someone who got himself in dirty jobs and tasks for people. The craziest part was that neither his clients or his employees actually knew who he was. He was very good at being covert and unknown. This fact alone made him somehow unreliable. But everyone who actually used his services were actually sure that he would do just about anything for money even if they hadn't met him before. Brick also had a resolve to never get directly involved with a crime scene. Whatever job he was going to carry out, he was never going to show his face. And when he did speak to his employees or contractors, he always used a distor