"Mr. ." I greeted Ethan with a hint of a formal smile and shook his hand.
He had made a name for himself in politics and was the top dog at FarHorizon Group.
Ethan smiled back, exuding an aura that made me feel a tad intimidated.
"Please, have a seat. I'm expecting another friend shortly." His voice was gentle, but I could sense a bit of coldness in it.
"Sure thing." I plopped myself on the couch, casually setting my bag to the side.
Ethan wasn't much of a chatterbox. He had a chill demeanor, didn't put on airs, and even poured me a glass of wine himself. When he spoke, his pace was slow and steady
Every time I thought about the harm this guy had caused my father, a fire of anger burned within me, but there was no way to vent it out.
