Standing before the mirror in his room, James Mase made sure he was dressed in a way that no one, not even Mr. Andrew, would look down on him.He had his tie properly knotted and his shiny shoes cleaned, complementing his blue suit that accentuated his appearance.A smile curled across his lips as he stared at himself in the mirror, but it was immediately replaced by a frown.He was happy that the company would be taken away from Mr. Andrew, but what if Ethan didn’t show up as he assumed or imagined?“He has to show up… he just has to show up... please,” James mumbled to himself as he kept staring at his sad reflection in the mirror.Just then, his eyes trailed to the clock, and seeing the time, he knew they needed to leave.With a swift and calculated turn on his heels, he headed out of his room and towards the car to leave.But just as he was about to leave the house, the sight of Ryan sitting on a couch in the living room caught his attention, and even worse, he wasn't dressed for
I have a feeling that Ethan is alive somewhere and—” Just as William was about to continue, Mr. Andrew instantly reacted to his words, giving in to the anger that had been building inside him while William spoke nonsense.He swiftly punched William in the face, making him collapse to the floor. The thudding sound his body made when he hit the floor echoed with nothing but fear.William began to crawl backward, his hands trying their best to stop the aching sting on his face.“Don’t jinx it, William! Don’t even dare!” Mr. Andrew said through gritted teeth as he glared at William, who tried to keep his distance, which he clearly preferred.It was best if William stayed away rather than always bringing up the fact that Ethan was still alive.That wasn’t what Mr. Andrew wanted. He didn’t want Ethan to return.“Oh well…” Mr. Andrew halted in his tracks, his hands plunging into his pockets as he turned to the window before darting his gaze back to William, who was still trembling on the flo
“Where are you, Brother… where are you, Ethan?” James whispered urgently, his eyes darting around nervously. He was on edge, desperate to keep the situation a secret from everyone around him.If anyone found out that Ethan wasn't coming, it would certainly shift things in Mr. Andrew's favour, ruining everything James had planned.As James scanned the room, his gaze fell on Mr. Andrew, who stood casually in the corner to the right, a smug smile on his face. Mr. Andrew looked too relaxed, and James couldn't shake the feeling that he might be behind Ethan’s disappearance and the attack.“No! He isn’t dead. He isn’t dead yet!” James muttered fiercely, shaking his head as if to dispel the dark thoughts that threatened to consume him. He clenched his jaw, trying to steel himself against the fear that gnawed at his insides.With trembling fingers, he fished the crumpled paper from his pocket again. His gaze was locked onto it, desperately searching for a sign, any sign, that Ethan was still
“How dare you speak to me like that!” Mr. Andrew’s voice thundered with rage as he lifted his hand high, his face contorted with unbridled fury. His intention was clear: he was going to strike James, no matter the consequences. The air was thick with the promise of violence as his hand descended towards James’s face.But just as Andrew's hand was about to connect, the doors to the hall were flung open with a resounding crash. The entire room turned in shock, their collective breath catching as Ethan Wills stormed in with a commanding presence that radiated authority and defiance.“No one dares lay a single finger on my assistant!!!” Ethan’s voice roared through the hall, filled with a fierce, protective anger that left no room for doubt. His eyes burned with a steely resolve, and his stance was unwavering, a powerful contrast to Andrew’s frantic aggression.The sudden appearance of Ethan halted the entire scene in its tracks. The gasps of surprise and disbelief rippled through the
“Does this look real enough to you?” Ethan snarled, his voice a menacing growl as he wrenched his hand away from Andrew’s grip. The force of the movement left Andrew staggering, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Ethan’s unyielding face.Ethan’s expression was cold and unforgiving as he continued to yank at Andrew’s hand with an almost sadistic intensity. Each jerk of his arm seemed to drive home the reality of his presence, making it undeniable to Andrew and everyone watching that this was indeed Ethan Wills, not an impostor.“No! No! I can’t…” Andrew stammered, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the situation. His mind was reeling, unable to reconcile the fact before him with the dead man he had hoped to exploit.“The Ethan I know was supposed to be…” Andrew began, trying to piece together a defence, but his words faltered under the weight of the truth Ethan was about to reveal.“Dead? I’m supposed to be dead, isn’t that what you were hoping?” Ethan
Standing right in front of Ryan and James, Ethan was overwhelmed with joy and happiness. He had really feared that he might never see them again.He had been terrified that he might never see his family and loved ones in this life. But while he was hugging Ryan, he noticed that James was looking at him with a puzzled expression.“What? Why do you keep staring at me like something’s wrong?” Ethan demanded, his brow furrowing deeply as he tried to make sense of James’ intense gaze.James looked at him with a piercing curiosity. “I just realised you haven’t told us how you managed to escape death with those men, or why you haven’t come back all this time. Ethan… what really happened?”As James’ words sank in, Ethan felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The memory of that harrowing ordeal was something he had desperately tried to block out. The pain, fear, and uncertainty of those moments were haunting him, and he wished he could forget them entirely. But now, faced with James’ unwaveri
With a swift shove from Ryan’s grip, Ethan abruptly climbed out of the car and advanced toward the men standing in their path. He kept a cautious distance, aware that although he wasn’t close, they could close the gap quickly.“Why do you all want me again?” Ethan demanded, his brow furrowed deeply, his voice steady but laced with underlying tension.One of the men, a towering figure with a hardened face, stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Ethan, but your death would mean a lot more to us than you standing here, looking all strong and defiant!” His voice was cold and resolute, hinting at a deep-seated vendetta.Another man, visibly impatient, snarled, “Let’s get to the point before he manages to escape! I don’t trust him!” His eyes darted around, assessing Ethan’s movements with a wary, calculating gaze.The leader, a grim-faced man with a scar running down his cheek, glanced sharply at the others, his eyes reflecting a mix of anger and determination. Realising the urgency of the situation
“Anything I want?” the leader said, his voice dripping with sinister amusement. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze narrowing as he scrutinised Ethan. “Why should I believe you? Would you really give me anything I ask for?”Ethan struggled to keep his voice steady, despite the pain and the tight grip of the men holding him down. “Just as I said, anything you want from me, you’ll get it!” He glanced over at Ryan and James, who were also restrained, their faces etched with fear and helplessness. His earlier command for them to stay in the car seemed foolish now. Their capture had only complicated matters, turning what he hoped would be a solo confrontation into a tangled mess.The leader’s expression shifted to a cold, calculating smirk. “Fine. If you’re so eager to please…” he said, rising to his full height. He extended his arm to the side with an air of nonchalance. One of his henchmen, a hulking figure with a cold, indifferent face, stepped forward and placed a sleek, menac