Ethan paced his balcony in annoyance because that was exactly how he felt when he saw a woman being violated right in his very presence, and she didn't see anything wrong with it; instead, she cheered the stupid man on. So many things were wrong with that on a fundamental level, but he couldn't wrap his head around it. If he had the chance, then he would have dealt with the situation as he should, but right now, that would only complicate issues because she wasn't even ready to be free from the bondage she had placed herself in. How was he supposed to help her out? Miranda walked in, surprised to see him pacing about because there was no issue on the ground before he left. "Are you sure everything is fine?" She inquired from her, "I don't get why you have been on easy since you stepped in. Should I be worried about anything?" She asked. He didn't know how to respond to that question without sounding rude. She wasn't the cause of his problems so he had to be careful with his answ

Ethan's shoes clicked across the linoleum floor as he walked past with a small smile on his face, also shaking with a bit of regret. He had a lot of things on his mind, such as conquering the people who had called him nothing. Williams's attempts at his business didn't go unnoticed but he decided to let go and pretend like he had no clue of what was going on. "Welcome, sir; I was asked to bring you here." Fiona ushered him into Mr Rider's office. She refused to stare at him lest their interaction acted as a dead giveaway. Her boss, Mr Rider, was a man of high intellect, switching through planes just to catch culprits at their games. "Good morning Mr Ethan. I have always wanted to meet you especially since you had a way of filling the blogs with various information. I can only imagine how elated you must be." Mr Rider attempted to tease him.Ethan remained emotionless as he watched his target smile before reaching for his cigar. "Please have a seat, Mr. Ethan." Fiona broke the star

Listening to the music was Ethan's favorite pastime especially when he had succeeded in causing havoc in a place where they didn't think was possible. It made everything so easy for him to handle. Meanwhile, Miranda, who was just coming from the bar, was pissed that after airing her feelings, he had no regard whatsoever for it. She walked in, staggering a bit as she looked around in search of a comfortable place to plop on. Luckily she spotted him from afar and walked right at him, hoping to give him a piece of her mind. "I see that you've been a bit wasted, Miranda. You don't need all of these and you know it. Why would you stoop so low to prove anything? I didn't think that you, of all people, would be found doing something so debasing." Miranda's eyes flashed with heat, ready to launch a verbal attack at him. She didn't want to deal with a person who was too pompous for his own good and was about to ruin the experience for her. She had thought that she had finally gotten a saf

Williams received a mail in his inbox and grew vexed immediately he set eyes on the contents. He should have known that that God forsaken boy was going to try to do something to him but he didn't know what exactly. Cassandra came in still recovering from nausea after discovering she was pregnant. "You have become very problematic lately. I don't think I can deal with everything that has been going on or at once. Why have you decided to make me miserable when I'm not the cause of your problems?" She challenged him, setting her phone on video recording.She had a lot of things to think about but she wanted to maintain her dignity. "We are supposed to be a team and not fight against each other. You must have been frustrated but that doesn't mean you should take it out on me. I am not going to stay here and watch you make a mess out of my life." She stated before slamming the folder onto his table.His eyes widened when he saw the contents of the paper. A divorce letter. Williams threw

William, who was momentarily shocked and disoriented when he saw the footage, took a second time to rearrange and recompose himself as he thought deeply and as quickly as he could figure out what would happen next, why Ethan had chosen to do something so drastic, and what he could do to counter it as well. He did not have so much time to think however, not just because of how fast the problem was spreading but because of how it became worse gradually as it continued to spread he had to figure out something, anything at all to say to the press that would at least throw them off his scent for a little while longer until he could find a much better solution to the lingering problem. Without standing on ceremony, he rushed out and released a statement to the press as well, not saying anything particularly substantial and merely maintaining that he had nothing involved with the mafia and that all evidence was fabricated fakes and counterfeits and nothing more than that. He also claimed