There was something about Ethan, and the people could see it. He wasn't an ordinary man whochose to go after some thief. No. He was a man who had lived among thieves before. It knewthe man's every move, and soon they were circling a large table. Ethan took a deep breath tosteady his nerves.Clever, old man, clever. Ethan had three things the others didn't have—instincts, lightningspeed, and a dramatic confrontation.The thief, on the other hand, wasn't happy with the turnout. Earlier this afternoon, he received agreat tip about some donations going on. He knew rich people cared less about donations. Healso knew that if he took the box, nothing would happen. The thief didn't expect someone likeEthan to be there at the right time. While they were thinking of escape routes, Ethan sprang intoaction with the three things he’s got. First, his instincts kicked in as he moved in the oppositedirection to intercept the thief. Not expecting it, the thief tried to jump over th

The pathway seemed to clear, revealing Sandra Walton seated at a nearby table, sipping redwine. There was no difference between the swirling reddish liquid and her dark lips. It gave hera haughty look that taunted Ethan.Her attire was impeccably tailored, and with every word she spoke, she seemed to grow moreconfident. Her piercing gaze left Ethan feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if she knewsomething he didn't.That unsettled him greatly.She seemed to enjoy the stunned silence that followed her statement. "You may think you're thehero of the day, Ethan, but I see right through you," Sandra declared, her tone filled with aniciness that made Ethan shiver involuntarily.He has prepared for everything, but not this. She was damn unpredictable! "You've orchestratedthis entire charade, haven't you? You're not fooling anyone with your false smiles and emptypromises."Ethan felt a cold sweat bead on his forehead as Sandra's piercing gaze bore into him, strippingaway

“We need to invite him over and hear what he has to say,” Ethan insisted. Of course, Ethanwasn't fond of Alex, not after the way he had treated Lauren when they were still together. Whywould Alex sleep with Lauren knowing she had a boyfriend if not to spite him? But if there was achance Alex had valuable information about Suzan's whereabouts, Ethan was willing to putaside his personal feelings for the greater good. His mind didn't consider the fact that Alex couldbe pulling his legs or trying to get back into his good graces. After all, Ethan had fired him on thespot. This time, Ethan would do more than fire him if he came here with intangible news.On the other hand, the old man didn't think it was good to invite an enemy into the house. Itcould be all his plan! His disapproval was evident on his face even as Ethan made his decision.His brows wrinkled in skepticism. “I don't think so."“What?” Ethan inquired, meeting the old man's gaze with confusion. “What do you m

Ethan paced anxiously in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Suzan's safety. He knew hehad to act fast if he wanted to save her from the clutches of the Mafia boss. Without involvingthe cops, he had to rely on his own men to carry out the raid on the hideout.Not involving the cops was a foolish idea. Ethan knew, but he knew that while some of themworked for the house leaders, the others were easily bribed. In this world, Ethan only knewabout seeking justice himself. It was no different from the streets.Unfortunately, this has come to bite him in the back. This was the time to settle his problemswith the Mafia boss once and for all. He wearily eyed the weapons that had been stocked at theback of the boot.“Are you sure about this?” Rachel asked, her wide eyes going through everything. “I-I mean…all these for Suzan. She better make it back in one piece.” Her voice held an honesty that Ethanenvied.He wasn't entirely being honest about this raid. He wasn't

Nooo!” Ethan's anguished cry pierced the air. He clutched Suzan's lifeless body to his chest,unable to accept the reality of her death. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he rocked backand forth, lost in thoughts of grief.Just then, Paul stepped closer, his expression grave as he spoke. "Ethan, we've managed tocatch the mafia boss. He's tied up and waiting for your judgment."Ethan's blood boiled with rage at the mention of the mafia boss. What could he have to gainfrom all of this? He wiped away his tears, his eyes blazing with fury, as he rose to his feet.Without a word, he marched over to where the mafia boss was tied up, his fists clenched inanger.The mafia boss sneered as Ethan approached, his eyes filled with hatred."Well, well, if it isn't little Ethan," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Come to finishwhat you started?""What have I started?” Ethan's jaw tightened at the mafia boss's words, but he refused to let himget under his skin. Instead, he picked u