Chapter 245

The evening had settled over the Anderson mansion like a cool blanket, quiet and serene. Outside, the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the towering oak trees that surrounded the estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The air was still, with only the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze to break the silence. Inside, the mansion was calm, the kind of calm that only came at the end of a long day. The grandeur of the space was ever-present, from the high ceilings adorned with chandeliers to the marble floors that gleamed beneath the dim lighting. Yet, despite its size and luxury, the mansion felt almost peaceful.

Ethan Anderson descended the winding staircase with slow, deliberate steps. Dressed in a white singlet that clung tightly to his well-built frame, his muscular arms and chest were exposed, the fabric hugging his form as if it were tailor-made for him. He paired the singlet with loose shorts, giving him an air of casual confidence. His face, however