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The manager nearly stumbled over himself as he rushed to greet Roy Cooper, his face alight with relief and triumph. "Mr. Cooper!" he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Ethan. "This wild animal went loose! He nearly killed me in here—"
At that moment Roy raised a hand, silencing the manager mid-sentence. His sharp gaze cut through the room, leaving the manager frozen, mouth agape. Without a word, Roy walked past him, his polished shoes clicking against the floor as he approached Ethan.
To the manager's utter disbelief, Roy knelt on one knee in front of Ethan, lowering his head slightly. "Mr. Ethan," he said, his voice steady but with an unmistakable hint of urgency.
"I deeply apologize for all the inconvenience caused here. This should never have happened. Please be Rest assured, I will personally deal with everyone involved."
Seeing what was going on the room fell into a stunned silence, the weight of Roy's words settling heavily in the air.
Ethan remained seated, his expression calm, but his sharp eyes didn't miss the slight tremor in Roy's voice or the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. Though Roy appeared composed on the outside, it was clear his heart was pounding, each beat a reminder of the delicate line he was walking on.
The manager's face turned ashen as he watched the scene unfold, realizing with growing dread that he had grossly underestimated who he was dealing with.
Roy remained on one knee, his voice calm but firm as he addressed Ethan agreed. "Mr. Ethan, the situation will be resolved immediately. Please allow me to handle this."
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The weight of Roy's words hung heavy in the room, but it was what had driven him to kneel that truly shook the manager.
Moments before entering, Roy had been bombarded with frantic calls from some of the most influential companies in the city—every single one of them banking with his institution.
Each call carried the same message: if Ethan wasn't released immediately, their accounts would be pulled, and their business taken elsewhere. It wasn't just a threat; it was a coordinated warning, each company standing behind Ethan without hesitation.
As Roy rose to his feet, his gaze remained on Ethan, but his mind raced. The source of the five billion dollars was now clear—it came from a business group Ethan shared with those very companies. The funds were legitimate, and the boy in front of him wasn't just anyone. He was someone powerful, someone untouchable.
At that moment Roy turned briefly to glance at the manager, his expression darkening. The realization settled like a heavy stone in his chest. Whoever this boy is, Roy thought, his heart pounding, he's not someone to be messed with.
At that moment Ethan rose from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. He adjusted his jacket, his expression calm yet cold, and finally spoke.
"Well," Ethan began, his tone sharp but measured, "I must say, I've had an interesting time here. Except for one thing." He glanced at the manager, his gaze piercing. "Being ridiculed countless times by someone like you—a man so unfit to manage the affairs of a bank—is truly disappointing. Such an ugly character in charge of an institution like this is… quite bad."
The words landed like a hammer, and the manager's face turned ashen.
Immediately his knees buckled, and before he could think, he dropped to the floor, his hands trembling as he clasped them together. "Mr. Ethan, I...please, I didn't mean..."
Before the manager could finish his plea, Roy raised his hand sharply, cutting him off. His voice was cold and authoritative. "You're fired," Roy said, his words final. "Security, remove him from this building immediately."
The guards stepped forward without hesitation, grabbing the manager by his arms. He struggled, his protests falling on deaf ears as they dragged him toward the door. His cries for mercy echoed in the room, but Roy didn't flinch, and neither did Ethan.
Ethan's lips curved slightly, a subtle yet unmistakable sign of approval. He turned his gaze to Roy, giving him a nod that carried silent acknowledgment of the decisive action. Roy, still tense but relieved, returned the nod, understanding that he had managed to salvage some of the damage caused.
However Ethan adjusted his sleeves and gave a faint nod. "I'll take my leave now," he said, his tone calm but firm. "I trust my account will be unfrozen soon."
Roy stood stiffly, forcing a tight smile. "Yes, it will be. No issues there." He hesitated, then added, "I could walk you to my office—discuss a few things—"
However Ethan raised a hand, cutting him off politely but decisively. "Not today," he said with a faint smirk. "Maybe some other time." Without waiting for a response, Ethan turned and walked out, his steps deliberate and unhurried.
As he exited the bank, the warm afternoon sun hit his face. Ethan stretched his neck slightly, sighing to himself. A hot shower would be perfect right now. He flagged down a taxi and slid into the back seat.
Once settled, Ethan pulled out his phone and dialed his car company. The line clicked, and a cheery voice answered. "Mr. Ethan, how can we help you today?"
"When will my car be ready?" Ethan asked casually, leaning back in the seat. he need it soon. so he could show it to lady Madison that he actually bought one.
The representative stammered slightly, caught off guard by his directness. "Uh, soon, sir. I'll check on it and get back to you immediately."
"Good," Ethan said, hanging up without another word. He glanced out the window, watching the city blur by as the taxi sped through traffic.
Just as they approached an intersection, the taxi driver tapped the brakes. The light had just turned yellow. Ethan barely noticed, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. But in an instant, a deafening horn blared, and before he could register what was happening, a truck slammed into the side of the taxi.
The impact was violent, tossing the vehicle like a rag doll. The world flipped upside down, glass shattering, metal screeching as the taxi rolled over and over.