At that moment Ethan rose from his seat, his movements slow but deliberate. His gaze was no longer fixed on the floor; instead, his eyes burned with a quiet intensity, a storm brewing behind his calm exterior.
He didn't need confirmation—he already knew who was behind this. The Silver family.
The thought made his jaw tighten, but he exhaled slowly, reigning in his anger.
'I can't go after them as Ethan Winston,'
he thought. That's a battle I won't win.
'But as the godly investor… '
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. I'll bring them to their knees.
Without wasting any more time he left the office, Stepping out of the hospital, He pulled out his phone and dialed. The line clicked after a few rings, and a gruff voice answered, "Boss?"
"Status," Ethan said curtly, his tone leaving no room for small talk.
