At that moment Naomi's piercing eyes shifted to Ethan, who remained seated in the corner with an unimpressed look. "Ethan," she said, her tone dripping with skepticism, "were you aware of this grand celebration in your honor?"
At that moment Ethan smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. "Not at all," he replied, his voice calm and cutting. "In fact, I wasn't even invited. They practically dragged me here."
upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi expression hardened as she turned back to the York family. "The godly investor rarely changes his mind," she said coldly. "And I honestly can't fathom why he ever chose a low-life family like yours in the first place. Maybe it was a moment of pity or curiosity. Either way, I'd suggest you all head to the nearest church or whatever you believe in and pray—pray hard—that he has a change of heart."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her presence as commanding in her departure as it was in her arrival.
