Chapter 155:

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