As Ethan stepped into the main floor, his calm strides were interrupted by two imposing figures blocking his path. They were the celebrity lady's bodyguards—he recognized them instantly from earlier.
Their sudden presence in this role made Ethan's brow furrow slightly. 'Why are her bodyguards pretending to be building security?'
One of them, a tall man with a cold expression, raised his hand. "Hold on," he said. "We need to search you before you go any further."
At that moment Ethan's sharp eyes scanned the two of them, his mind already working. He could see the faint smugness in their postures, the calculated gleam in their eyes. 'This isn't protocol. They're up to something.'
"What's the issue?" Ethan asked evenly, his tone calm but pointed.
"It's standard procedure," the other guard replied, his voice carrying a practiced indifference.
"For the safety of everyone in the building."
