The room was silent, thick with anticipation as everyone's gaze still locked on Ethan. The disbelief was palpable. Could it really be him? Could Ethan have somehow known the godly investor? It seemed impossible, yet his earlier words echoed in their minds.
[ I've settled it.]
' What did he mean by that?'
One of the York sons crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You're not seriously telling us this was you, are you?"
he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
However Ethan stood there, calm and unreadable, his hands in his pockets. He looked like he was about to speak when the door creaked open.
Immediately all heads turned, and in walked Mr. Davis, his sharp suit and commanding presence instantly drawing attention.
"Ah, Mr. Davis,"
one of the family members said, half in relief and half in confusion. "What brings you here?"
