Chapter 162;

“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