Philip fidgeted in his seat, tugging at his collar. Across the table, Ethan sat with perfect composure, regarding Philip with those intense blue eyes. He looked so calm, so confident. It made Philip want to leap over the table and wrap his hands around Ethan's smug throat. But of course, he maintained his decorum. This was a court of law, after all.Still, Philip couldn't stop his leg from bouncing with pent-up nerves. He loosened his tie, feeling like it was strangling him. Where was that information from Brick? Surely Maya would have cracked by now. Philip just needed something, anything, to implicate Ethan and turn this whole case upside down. But his phone remained silent, his pocket empty of the evidence he desperately needed."If both parties are ready, we will begin," the judge said in his monotonous voice. He glanced at Ethan's lawyer, an imposing bald man with a trim salt-and-pepper beard. "The prosecution may begin.""Thank you, Your Honor." Ethan's lawyer, Mr. Everett, r
Philip strode into the courtroom, head held high. Today was the day he would finally put that arrogant bastard Ethan in his place. As he settled at his table, he savored the excitement tingling through him. Brick's last minute intel was the key he needed to unlock Ethan's downfall. Now Philip held the power, and he intended to crush his opponent with it.Across from him, Ethan sat stone-faced as ever. His composure irritated Philip. Did he think he was untouchable? We'll see about that."Court is now in session," the bailiff announced. "The prosecution may call its first witness."Ethan's lawyer, Mr. Everett, stood calmly. "The prosecution calls Mr. Philip Carnegie to the stand."What? This wasn't right. Philip shot up indignantly, finger stabbing toward Ethan."Objection, Your Honor! I am the plaintiff here. I should be the one questioning witnesses, not the defendant." Judge Farnsworth peered down at Philip over his glasses. "Mr. Carnegie, you know very well that as the plaintiff,
Philip opened and closed his mouth mutely. His whole case - his life - was collapsing around him like a house of cards. All because of that goddamn Ethan Hunt!In desperation, he whirled on Ethan, pointing a shaking, accusatory finger. "You! This is all your doing, I just know it! Setting me up, making a fool of me!" Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he sounded like a raving lunatic. But he was helpless to stop the tirade pouring from him. Months of rage and resentment boiled over.Ethan said nothing, merely watching Philip's breakdown with an infuriating air of calm. And perhaps, unless Philip was imagining it, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. The bailiff stepped forward, muscling Philip away from Ethan's table. Philip thrashed in the man's iron grip."Get your hands off me! I'll see you rot for this, Hunt! Do you hear me? Rot!"His screams echoed off the walls as Philip was dragged forcibly from the courtroom, still shouting threats and obscenities at Ethan. The heavy
Ethan strode into the boardroom, spine straight and shoulders squared. The murmuring voices quieted as all eyes turned to him. He let the silence hang for a moment, amplifying the tension."Gentlemen," he finally said, voice ringing out clearly in the hushed room. "I'm sure you all know why I've called this emergency meeting."His piercing gaze swept over the assembled board members. Most looked away, unable to meet his intense stare. "It has come to my attention that there are...concerns about my legitimacy as head of the Astor Group." Ethan paused, letting the words sink in. "Concerns that I am not truly my father's son and rightful heir."The silence grew uncomfortable. Several of the men squirmed under Ethan's unrelenting gaze."David," Ethan said sharply, focusing on a nervous-looking man at the end of the table. "Perhaps you'd care to repeat what you told Mr. Jones yesterday at the country club."David paled, shrinking down in his seat. "I, uh, I merely expressed that...""That
A slow, wolfish smile spread across Ethan’s face. “Is that so? I imagine the IRS will be very interested to learn about these creative accounting practices.”“There’s more, sir,” Andrew said eagerly. “I took the liberty of hiring private investigators to look into the Waltons’ personal affairs. It seems both daughters are living lavish lifestyles well beyond the family’s legal means.”He slid a file folder across the desk. Ethan opened it and rifled through photos of a stunning brunette in designer outfits posing on yachts and at exclusive nightclubs. “Sophia Walton,” Andrew explained. “She’s the younger daughter. A real troublemaker, according to our investigators. Drunk driving charges, drug use, assault allegations from domestic staff. All swept under the rug. Ethan's smile widened, eyes glinting. This insolent girl sounded like the perfect pressure point."Excellent work, Andrew. We're going to pay Ms. Walton a little visit. Time to teach her some respect."Andrew nodded eagerly
Ethan strode through the executive floor of his company's headquarters, drinking in the sights and sounds of productivity. The click of keyboards, the murmur of focused voices - it was the hum of his domain. Catching his employees' eyes, he gave curt nods of approval. Morale seemed high in the wake of his recent conquests. They knew strong leadership when they saw it.Reaching his office, Ethan found Andrew waiting with the usual stack of papers for his signature. He breezed through them swiftly."Excellent work on the Davidson merger," he remarked as he signed a contract. "Our alcohol division needed that acquisition." Andrew flushed with pride. "Thank you sir. I'm glad I could facilitate it to your standards."Ethan leaned back, regarding his secretary pensively. Andrew had served him loyally for many years now. He was meticulous, discreet, and knew better than to overstep. Yes, it was time Andrew received some recognition for his efforts."I've been thinking you're overdue for
Clara stared glassy-eyed at the ruined shell of her family's ancestral home, struggling to process the surreal sight. Less than 24 hours ago, she had kissed her husband goodbye in the marble-floored front hall before leaving for a luncheon. Now only charred rubble remained. The police had finally let them visit the estate after containing the ongoing fires, but declared the building itself unsafe to enter. Clara didn't need to go inside to know every room was gutted, every family heirloom and treasure turned to ash. The ache of loss throbbed bone-deep.Beside her, Sophia sobbed quietly into her aunt's cashmere shawl. Clara pulled her daughter close, unable to provide any words of comfort. They had already exhausted their tears the night before, as the awful truth set in. They were refugees now, their home and fortune stolen overnight. And still no word from Oliver. Each hour he remained missing, Clara's dread grew. Ethan had vowed to utterly destroy them - would he really stop short
Clara replaced the phone in its cradle, her heart pounding. What had she just agreed to? Could she really trust Ethan after everything he'd done to them?Yet she couldn't dismiss this potential olive branch outright. Not when their situation was so precarious. She started as the study door opened. Oliver entered, his broad face creasing when he saw Clara's distress. "What's happened, my dear? You look unwell." Clara sank into an armchair, motioning for her husband to sit. "That was Ethan Hunt. On the phone just now."Oliver's expression darkened. "What did that snake want?" Taking a deep breath, Clara explained the call - Ethan's talk of "truce", his offer of financial aid. Oliver's scowl deepened with each new detail."Please tell me you didn't entertain his nonsense for one second."Clara twisted her hands in her lap. "I...admittedly did not refuse outright. He dangled the possibility of a negotiated peace, with him providing resources to help our businesses recover."Oliver su