Chapter 102Ethan sat alone at the bar, nursing a cold beer, frustration etched across his face. The whole scene at his grandpa's house had left him feeling fed up and irritable. It seemed like staying there alone would be a much better option for his peace of mind.As Ethan contemplated his next move, the sound of the doorbell chimed through the air, slicing through the silence of the empty house. He furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering who could possibly be at his door. He hadn't invited anyone over; in fact, he had only just moved back into his old house. The unexpected visitor piqued his interest, and he couldn't help but feel a jolt of curiosity intertwine with his annoyance.With a sigh, Ethan rose from his seat, determined to investigate the mysterious interruption. He made his way towards the door, footsteps echoing in the otherwise stillness of the house. Pushing the door open, his eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld Claire standing there, her bags beside her and a
"I miss us, that feeling," she said wistfully, her voice carrying a hint of longing as she slowly made her way toward him. Each step was deliberate, her hips swaying in a seductive rhythm that captivated his attention."You missed me," he responded, his voice tinged with regret and an apology lacing his words. A slight frown formed on his lips, a combination of remorse and the weight of his current burdens evident in his expression. "I am sorry I have been too occupied. There are so many things I have to deal with right now, which is why I haven't been able to give you the attention you deserve. But please believe me, everything will come to an end soon. Just be patient with me," he pleaded, desperation flickering in his eyes."Don't say that," she responded, her voice filled with a mix of yearning and frustration. Her eyes met his, revealing the depth of her desire. "Do you realize how much I have missed you? It feels like an eternity since we last shared that intimate connection we
Grandpa Tristan, strode confidently into the bustling police station. Every step he took exuded a sense of ageless wisdom and authority. With a head held high and his silver hair neatly combed back, he commanded the attention of everyone around him. The soft creak of the wooden floor beneath his polished shoes seemed to echo with the weight of his presence.As he approached the front desk, the officers couldn't help but be captivated by Grandpa Tristan's aura. His piercing gaze bore into their souls, demanding their full attention. Even in his advanced years, his eyes sparkled with a vibrant intensity and unwavering determination.Without skipping a beat, Grandpa Tristan requested to see Raymond, his grandson, who had found himself on the wrong side of the law. The officers, unable to resist his magnetic charm and commanding presence, swiftly escorted him towards the dimly lit hallway where Raymond's cell awaited.Upon entering the cold, sterile room, Grandpa Tristan's eyes fell upon
"I don't think he's in his right state of mind," he said quietly, concern evident in his voice. He paused, carefully considering his words. "I think he needs some time to gather his thoughts and make rational decisions. So, I will come back when he's in a better place mentally."But she scoffed dismissively, her tone incredulous. "I am sorry sir," she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "He had better be in his right state of mind and speak up. Mr. Ethan has already ordered us to forward the case to court. We are going to do it in just two days, and a whole day has already passed." She glanced at him, seeking his agreement, and he nodded in acknowledgement, understanding the urgency of the situation."Thanks for the pieces of information," he expressed gratefully, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "I will speak to you later." He turned and made his way out of the police station, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.As he walked through the dimly lit hallway, he su
In a well-lit hall filled with the company's shareholders, Ethan confidently presented his designs. Engaging in a conversation with one of the shareholders, he smiled warmly as they questioned him. "What gives you inspiration for this, and how do you come up with your color combinations?" they inquired. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Ethan replied, "It's quite simple. I draw my inspiration based on the type of designs I want to create, considering how I envision the final structure to look like."As a real estate agent, you need to have the Insterest of clients in heart. When making your plans and survey you have to know you must do something that's unique, and keeping up with the lastest designs. And colour is the most important thing when it's comes to this. You can make a good design but still colour could be the problem. That's why as a real estate agent you need to know how to blend your colour. Let the engineering or surveyor knows what you want, because having a beaut
"Talk about what I already told you," he stated firmly, his voice laced with determination, "get your lawyer ready.""And did I not make it clear that I am not going to get any," he said, his tone harsh, frustration seeping through his words, "can you please put aside your pride and just meet me?""Where are you?" he demanded, his voice filled with urgency."I'm right in front of the police station," he replied, the words hanging heavily in the air, followed by a long, tense silence."I will join you there briefly," he concluded the call, his voice carrying a hint of determination. Tucking the phone into his back pocket, he made his way to his car, his footsteps echoing in the empty street. As he settled into the driver's seat, his mind wandered back to Adrianna. The thought of having to work with that company gnawed at him, as he couldn't shake the feeling of being a loser for needing Adrianna to plead on his behalf to secure the contract. Moreover, his close relationship with his la
"He had been waiting anxiously, steadfastly refusing any sustenance or company until he laid eyes on you. It was clear that he yearned for an audience with you, and I believe it would be wise to grant him that opportunity," the man said earnestly, his voice filled with concern. Ethan, however, responded with a piercing glare, a mix of curiosity and perhaps even a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Undeterred by the harsh gaze, Ethan slowly walked towards the station, his steps measured and deliberate. With a firmness in his voice, he requested to see the person who had been waiting with such an unwavering dedication. The staff at the station, aware of the significance of the moment, allowed him access.As Ethan approached the cell, his footsteps echoed loudly through the desolate hallway, sending shivers down his spine. Each echoing footfall seemed to magnify the weight of the impending encounter. Raymond, recognizing Ethan from afar, hastily rose to his feet in anticipation.The scene w
He carefully maneuvered his car through the bustling streets of the city, eager to reach his destination. After a short drive, he arrived at the nearby club house, the exterior illuminated by vibrant neon lights that seemed to pulse with excitement. As he parked his car with utmost care, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire the sleek lines and polished surface. Each reflection from the surrounding lights danced across the vehicle, adding a touch of luxury to his night out. Satisfied with his parking job, he stepped out of the car and made his way towards the entrance of the club.Upon entering, he was immediately engulfed in a world of sensory overload. The air was thick with the electric energy of anticipation, punctuated by the relentless beat of music flowing from every direction. The lively atmosphere reverberated through the walls and floor, creating a palpable buzz that seemed to infect everyone within.The club was a kaleidoscope of vivid sights and sounds. Lights of v