Gideon sat down heavily on the worn-out couch in his dimly lit room, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. His eyes locked onto the drink sitting on the table in front of him, untouched. His mind was racing, filled with one dark thought: the idea of Ethan being killed. “Why is it so hard to get to you, dear Ethan?” he muttered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He kept his gaze fixed on the drink, but his thoughts were far away, focused on Ethan. No matter how hard he tried, every plan he made to bring Ethan down seemed to fail miserably. Each failure left him feeling like the foolish one, and he hated that feeling. He despised how things never went his way, how his schemes fell apart almost every single time. But the desire to win, to finally get Ethan, burned within him. He wouldn’t stop until he found a way to succeed.After Mr. Andrew's death, Gideon had surprisingly remained calm. He was determined to figure out what he was doing wrong, why all his a
Gideon hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. His eyes darted between Samuel and Nick, sensing their worry. “It’s nothing serious,” he finally said, but his voice lacked conviction.“Nothing serious?” Nick echoed, disbelief clear in his voice. “You nearly lost your life! You’re not the unstoppable force we used to know anymore, are you?”Gideon felt a pang of frustration at Nick’s words, but he couldn’t entirely disagree. “That’s not it. I’m just…” he started to explain, his voice trailing off as he tried to articulate the inner turmoil he’d been dealing with. But before he could finish, Samuel cut him off.“Just what?” Samuel pressed, not willing to let him off the hook so easily. “Weak? Of course, Gideon… we all know how weak you are right now!” Samuel taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. The words were meant to provoke, and they hit their mark. Gideon’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white with the effort to contain his anger.“Watch your words
“What are they planning now that they’ve returned? Are they coming to kill me, take over my company, or, even worse, hurt me by going after the people I love?” Ethan muttered as he anxiously paced back and forth in the room. His mind raced with worry, unable to settle on what terrible thing might happen next.If there was one thing Ethan wanted more than anything, it was to keep his loved ones safe, especially his mother, who meant the world to him. The mere thought of losing her again, after everything he had fought for in this second chance at life, made his heart ache with fear. He couldn’t bear the idea of watching her suffer or die in front of him, not after all they had been through.Ethan would rather sacrifice himself than see any harm come to his mother or Ryan. At this point, he felt like he was capable of doing anything, no matter how extreme, to protect them.With his hands on his waist, Ethan continued to pace around the office. His thoughts were scattered, and he hadn
"Come on, Ethan, you’ve got this. I’m sure of it. There’s no reason to freak out," James said, fixing Ethan's collar and straightening his tie. He wanted to boost Ethan’s confidence.The two of them had left home early that morning, determined to meet one important person: Ford’s youngest son. They were heading to finalise a big contract with him since he had agreed to team up with Newhope Robotics Company. This deal was important, and James wanted to make sure Ethan was ready to impress.But even with the announcement made on live broadcasts, there was still a lingering fear that Ford's youngest son might back out of the deal. The contract wasn’t set in stone just yet, and Ethan knew he had to give it everything he had to make sure it went through. Until the final signatures were on the paper, there was no room for error."Stay calm?" Ethan scoffed, watching as James fussed over every little detail, trying to get everything just right. "You're the one who needs to stay calm, James,
"Stop the car!" Ethan commanded with intense determination, his eyes sharp and focused.James looked bewildered. "What? Why? We need to get back home. Did you forget something? Maybe a part of the contract you didn’t sign? I can go back…" He started to get out of the car, ready to fix whatever might have gone wrong.Ethan quickly grabbed James’s arm, stopping him. "No, it’s not about the contract. It’s something else. You and Ryker need to leave without me. I’m taking the car. I need to go back to the company for something important."“At the company? At this time of night? Isn’t it too late for that? Come on, Ethan… it can wait until tomorrow,” James suggested, but Ethan shook his head, showing he was determined.“You don’t get it. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need it right now. You and Ryker… get out of the car!” He ordered, leaving them both stunned and confused.Without saying anything more, Ethan got out of the car and walked around until he reached the driver’s side. He opened
"Ryker, what’s going on?" Ethan’s voice came out deep and steady, but the tightness in his chest betrayed the calm tone. His brows knitted together as he waited for Ryker to explain why he had suddenly called.Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The last he checked, Ryker and James were doing just fine. They were grown men, fully capable of making it back to the mansion on their own. So why was Ryker calling now, in the middle of the night?"Mr. Ethan, it’s your mother!" Ryker’s voice trembled slightly, and Ethan's heart skipped a beat. Panic began to creep in, tightening its grip on him. If there was one thing in this world Ethan couldn't bear to joke about, it was his mother. His mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last."What happened to her, Ryker? Tell me right now!" Ethan’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, sharp and demanding. His brows shot up, his body bracing for the worst as he awaited Ryker’s next words."She's missing, S
“No! You can’t go… you—” James began, his voice tinged with desperation as he reached out to stop Ethan. But his attempt was futile. Ethan’s mind was made up, his determination unshakable. The urgency in his eyes left no room for compromise, especially with his mother missing.Ethan’s fists were tight balls of frustration as he bit down hard on his tongue, suppressing the roar of anger and fear threatening to burst out. A bitter scoff escaped his lips, his gaze sharp and resolute. “That’s exactly it, James. You can’t stop me. This is something I have to do, and not even the heavens themselves can change that!” His voice was a fierce declaration, filled with an intensity that brooked no argument.Without waiting for James or Ryker to respond, Ethan turned on his heel and stormed out of the mansion. His footsteps were purposeful and driven, each one echoing his urgency. He flung open the door of his car with a force that spoke of his desperation, barely pausing to register the engine
“Who are you?” The maid’s voice trembled with fear as she looked up, her eyes widening at Ethan’s imposing, enraged presence. She took an instinctive step back, her hands clutching the bed linens as if they could offer her some protection against Ethan’s storm of fury.“I’ll ask the questions, young lady,” Ethan said through gritted teeth, his voice cold and menacing. “Now, where’s your boss? Where is—” His demand was cut off as the bathroom door creaked open, and Samuel emerged, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The nonchalance in Samuel’s demeanour only fueled Ethan’s rage.“Looking for me, Ethan?” Samuel’s voice was laced with mockery as he casually dried his hair with a towel. His right eyebrow arched in feigned curiosity. “Are you so obsessed with me that you couldn’t wait for me to get some rest?”Ethan’s eyes flared with anger. “I’m pretty sure you know why I’m here,” he snarled, his voice low and threatening. Samuel merely scoffed, treating the situation with an air