Just as Ethan was about to leave the meeting room, Mr. Anderson suddenly recalled the earlier incident.“Excuse me, sir,” he said, causing Ethan to pause and turn back briefly.“About what happened earlier… with my employee. I’d like to know the details so I can handle it properly,” he continued, his ever-present smile now subdued, his gaze serious.After a brief silence, Ethan finally spoke. “You should ask the receptionist about that. She’ll explain everything to your understanding. I can’t expose him just like that.” His tone was calm, carrying both maturity and politeness.Mr. Anderson nodded. “I see. That’s fine, sir. Thank you for doing business with us.” Then, after a short pause, he added, “If you don’t mind, I can have my driver take you to your destination in my car.”Despite being much older than Ethan, Mr. Anderson still treated him with unwavering respect.Observing this, the manager silently mused, Life is truly unpredictable.“Thanks for the offer,” Ethan replied, match

Just as he stood up and walked out, his footsteps echoed against the ground, carrying the weight of regret.The moment he stepped out of the office, his shoulder collided with the wall, as if fate itself wanted to remind him of the irreversible mistake he had just made. His eyes burned red with frustration, anger evident in every twitch of his expression. He had messed up—badly. And he knew there would be no second chances. Mr. Anderson’s words had sealed his fate. When a man like Mr. Anderson said, it’s over, there was no going back.Shame clung to him like a second skin as he walked through the hallway. The women he had once manipulated, deceived, and discarded all turned their eyes toward him, their gazes filled with nothing but disgust. Some regretted ever allowing him to crawl into their beds, but what was done could not be undone.He avoided their eyes, the intimidation he once imposed on others now reflecting in his own. Without another glance, he hurried to his car, but before

The security guard followed behind them and swiftly opened the car door for Ethan, bowing his head in greeting.Ethan’s mind was unsettled as he thought to himself, This will be the last time I agree to go out with this girl. He sighed again.Elizabeth slid into the driver’s seat, her face glowing with excitement. Without a word, she started the car and pulled onto the road.After a moment, she cleared her throat and glanced at Ethan.Ethan avoided her gaze, but she kept looking at him until he finally turned to meet her eyes. She smiled before returning her focus to the road.“I was at the Andersons’ headquarters today…” she began.Her words sent a slight jolt through Ethan’s chest.“For business, you know. But while I was there, a man walked up to me.”Ethan felt a brief sense of relief, thinking she was bringing up something unrelated.“He asked if I knew you,” she continued. “I was surprised… How would the manager of Anderson Group know you? He doesn’t even know me, despite my fam

A few moments later, they arrived at the hotel.Elizabeth parked the car properly and stepped out just as a security guard approached to greet her. Ethan stepped out as well, his posture relaxed despite the tension lingering in the air.“Thanks for today,” he said with a small smile, about to turn and walk away.Before he could, Elizabeth grabbed his hand, causing him to stop and turn back toward her. She moved closer, her gaze steady.“Ethan,” she said, her tone carrying a weight that made his heart beat a little faster.He wondered what she was about to say.“Thank you for saving me from the stairs.”Ethan blinked, caught off guard by her words.**Unbeknownst to them, someone had been following them from the restaurant.A man dressed in a suit resembling a delivery worker sat on a bike nearby. As Ethan and Elizabeth stood close to each other, he discreetly took a photo before riding away, unnoticed.**Ethan gave a small smile and stepped back. “It’s fine,” he said before walking a

As Lucas ran toward him, he held up a small, luxurious box.“Sir, I got you a gift,” he said, hesitating slightly, unsure if Mr. Maxwell would accept it.Emily stood behind him, watching closely.Mr. Maxwell gave a small smile. “Thanks, Lucas,” he said, taking the box.“You’re welcome, Dad,” Lucas replied, his voice filled with excitement.“When you come back home, I have something to show you, Dad,” he added, looking up at Mr. Maxwell’s face with hope.Without another word, Mr. Maxwell turned and walked away.“Bye, Dad,” Lucas called out, forcing a happy smile.Mr. Maxwell didn’t respond as he got into his car.Lucas turned to his mother. “At least he took my gift,” he said, his expression unreadable.Emily placed a reassuring hand on his back. “Don’t worry. I told you it’s just a matter of time. He won’t act like this forever. You’ll see how he’ll come around.”As they walked inside, Mr. Maxwell drove off to visit his friends.He rarely joined them, maybe once every three months. Un