Ethan wasn't the type to beat around the bush, especially when faced with a sophisticated lady in glasses.
But asking him to drop his pants for no reason was definitely a no-go.
He'd need extra pay for that.
Ethan stepped back behind Blair, whose tall stature provided a sense of security.
He watched the bespectacled woman in black stockings warily.
Isabella slightly furrowed her brows, adjusted her glasses, and flashed a look of impatience. She didn't want to waste time explaining, especially since Ethan wasn't her subordinate:
"I'm in charge of producing the Dream Chaser Show, and right now, we need more viewers. I've looked into your background; you have muscle atrophy. Tell me, what do you want out of this?"
Ethan, relieved it wasn't about entertaining some rich lady for fun, got straight to the point: "Money. I want to make some money to ease my family's financial troubles."
