Ethan stood still, his eyes scanning the smug faces around him. He didn't speak, but his mind was racing.
' If only they knew who I really am,' he thought coldly.
'They wouldn't dare treat me like this.'
The security guards tightened their grip on his arms, their movements aggressive as though trying to assert control. One of them jerked his shoulder forward. "Move," the man barked, his voice laced with authority.
Ethan didn't flinch. Instead, he straightened, his calm gaze piercing through the commotion.
"Let go," he said, his voice firm, carrying an unmistakable weight.
However The guards hesitated, confused by the sudden change in the atmosphere.
"I'll walk to the interrogation room myself,"
Ethan continued, his tone sharp and commanding. It wasn't a request—it was an order.
