"I suggest you leave." Just as he was preparing to make his exit, Adriana unexpectedly entered the bar and witnessed the tense encounter unfolding before her.As Johnson stormed out of the bar, his lips quivered with a bitter aura, clearly displaying his frustration. Ethan watched him leave, unaffected by his departure, as he knew this encounter with Johnson was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Remember his face, ensure he is not allowed back in here again. Your job could be at stake if you are not careful in handling such situations in the future," Ethan firmly warned his manager, Dave, who nodded in acknowledgment. He then signaled for Adriana to join him in his office. Returning to his office, Ethan tried to clear his head and regain his composure. He took a deep breath, attempting to banish any lingering tension from the encounter. As he composed himself in silence, Adriana entered the room."Who's that guy?" she demanded, her voice sharp and urgent. "It's a nobody; don
Ethan glanced at Andriana with a hint of uncertainty, not entirely sure which Williams she was referring to. "The Williams only child's birthday?" he questioned, seeking clarification. Nodding, Andriana clarified."Yes, her birthday is supposed to be next month. However, due to her upcoming busy schedule and the simultaneous launch of their new product, they decided to celebrate it today." The words lingered in the air, and an audible sigh of relief escaped from Ethan's lips. He knew deep down that her birthday was indeed next month, as it was a date he could never forget."Please don't say no," she pleaded, desperation tingeing her voice, as she hugged herself tightly, clutching her heart as if trying to keep it from breaking. His lips curled into a playful smile, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Do you think that's your winning strategy?" he teased, causing her frown to deepen. "I know you're a kind person," she pressed, her brow furrowing with hope, "and I don't belie
"This is Clinton," the caller says, his voice carrying an air of mystery. Ethan's curiosity piques instantly, leaving him wondering why Clinton is reaching out to him. As he listens intently to Clinton's words, Ethan feels a mixture of confusion and intrigue. It seems that Clinton is motivated by a quest for familial connection, urging Ethan to delve into his roots and discover who his grandfather truly is. The weight of this revelation hangs in the air, leaving Ethan with a sense of both anticipation and uncertainty.Ethan could feel the tension in the air as the caller, Clinton, asked him a barrage of questions. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit taken aback by all of this," Ethan stammered, "I'm not sure I'm ready to hear the answers to those questions.""Ethan, you need to know," Clinton's voice was calm, but insistent, "I know it's a lot to take in, but it's time for you to know the truth. You deserve to know where you came from and who you're related to.""I guess I just need to know w
"Hi Claire," Ethan said, his voice breaking, a mixture of nervousness and sincerity evident in his tone. Claire's eyes narrowed as she demanded. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" Her voice carried a strong undertone of anger, as she shot him a deadly glare. However, instead of answering immediately, Ethan ran his hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. Adriana, sensing the tension in the room, glanced between Claire and Ethan, her bewilderment creeping onto her features. Trying to understand the situation, she couldn't help but ask. "What's going on here? Do you guys know each other before?" But before Ethan could respond, Claire quickly made her exit, leaving the room in silence, her intuition guiding her away."What's happening? Do you know her from anywhere?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. As he tilted his head slightly, Ethan nodded to confirm his connection with Claire. "She's my wife, or perhaps I should say my ex-wife, although we have
Chapter 15"Do you really have to be such a mean mother-in-law?" he managed to speak up, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of desperation. However, the words seemed to ignite a fiery response within Mrs. Williams, as if she were poised to deliver a slap to his face. Adriana, sensing the escalating tension, swiftly interjected, firmly grasping Mrs. Williams's hand, preventing any physical altercation from occurring. The room fell into an uneasy stillness as Mrs. Williams glared at him, her countenance a mix of resentment and anger. Her face turned void, her features momentarily devoid of emotion as she battled with her own feelings. "And who are you?" she demanded sharply, wrenching her hand free from Adriana's grasp. Her tone carried a challenging edge, eyes boring into him as if searching for an answer that would justify his audacity to question her actions."I am your worst nightmare, are you cool?" she replied with a sly smirk. Mrs. Williams's response came with a veno
Mrs. Williams was taken aback, unable to comprehend the fact that her daughter had just yelled at her, attributing it to the influence of someone she deemed unworthy. "Are you siding against me simply because of that person? It's clear to both of us that he is a thief and someone who only seeks material gain," Mrs. Williams voiced her concerns, the tension becoming evident as the room atmosphere grew increasingly charged. The escalated emotions created an uncomfortable and awkward moment between them."Can we please put an end to this needless drama?" she yelled in frustration. Johnson, having witnessed the sudden turn of events, swiftly intervened by dispersing the onlookers and signaling the conclusion of the heated exchange. Slowly, everyone began to make their way out of the room. Johnson hurried over to join them, his concern evident in his actions. "What is going on with the two of you? Why are you still arguing about that person? I thought we had already discussed this and co
As Ethan walked through the house, another maid appeared, offering him a drink. "Thank you," Ethan said, taking the drink and taking a sip. "Is my grandfather here?" he asked."Yes, sir, he is in the study," the maid replied. "If you would like, I can show you the way."Ethan nodded, and the maid led him down a long corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. They reached a large wooden door, and the maid knocked gently. "Master, young master Ethan is here to see you," she said. "My name is Mary, and I'll be at your service during your stay. Please come in and make yourself at home."Ethan stepped inside, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of the house. The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries, and the floor was made of polished marble.There was a pause, and then a deep voice from within the study said, "Send him in." The maid opened the door and gestured for Ethan to enter. Ethan took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling his heart pounding in
"Move in with you," he said, his voice laced with amusement, a sudden sparkling in his eyes. His words held a hint of playfulness, as if he found the idea quite intriguing. "Yes, if you truly are interested in knowing about what killed your dad, you should be under my watch. I want to watch out for you while you do that," he continued, his tone becoming more serious and determined. There was a sense of protectiveness in his words, as if he would do whatever it took to keep you safe on your quest for answers."I don't think I will be able to do that," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. He tried composing himself as tension hung in the air, his body language reflecting his inner struggle. "I know this might be difficult," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "but this will help us get to know each other better and find strength in one another." He spoke with a hint of genuine sincerity, hoping to appeal to the Ethan understanding. "I can't take decisions in haste, I ne