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Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

Ethan leaned against his car, watching Jeremy with a faint smirk. He could see the point Jeremy was trying to make—showing off his wealth and status—but Ethan didn't take it seriously.

without being told he could tell Jeremy had grown up surrounded by luxury, so perhaps this wasn't meant to be condescending. It was probably just the way he talked, a byproduct of his upbringing.

At that moment Jeremy clapped his hands loudly, breaking Ethan's train of thought.

"Alright, time to roll!" he announced with a wide grin.

Without wasting anymore time he slid into his car, revving the engine before leaning out of the window. "Follow me from behind," he called out.

Ethan sighed, slipping into his own car.

'This should be interesting.'

he thought as he pulled out of the driveway, trailing Jeremy through the city streets.

Their destination became clear when they pulled up in front of a sprawling clothing mall. The building shimmered under the afternoon sun, its glass walls reflecting a world of opulence.

Upon arriving Jeremy stepped out of his car with the confidence of someone who owned the place. However Ethan followed, adjusting his jacket as he glanced around. Jeremy shot him a grin.

"This is how I spend my days when I'm not busy with work,"

he said, gesturing to the mall like it was his personal playground. "You'll learn a thing or two."

The two walked toward the entrance, and the moment Jeremy stepped inside, heads began to turn. Shoppers and staff alike seemed to gravitate toward him, their movements subtle but deliberate. Within moments, a small group of people was trailing behind him, hanging on his every word and gesture.

However Ethan stayed a step behind, observing the scene with mild amusement.

'This is going to be a long day.'

he thought to himself.

The luxury store buzzed with activity as the staff began presenting Jeremy with racks of new branded clothes, each item more expensive than the last. However Jeremy basked in the attention, his easy confidence drawing admiration from everyone around him.

Ethan still standing a few steps back, observed quietly, his expression calm and unreadable.

He decided to step closer, curious about what Jeremy was being shown, but before he could, a woman moved swiftly into his path, blocking his way with an exaggerated gesture.

Her sharp tone cut through the noise of the store.

"Step back," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down.

"Nobody gets that close to Mr. Jeremy."

Upon hearing what the lady just said.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden hostility, but he stayed silent.

The woman smirked, clearly enjoying the little scene she was causing. She crossed her arms, raising her voice slightly to ensure she was heard.

"Jeremy likes to keep a private circle," she continued, her words dripping with superiority. "You can't just force your way in like this. If you want to talk to him, wait until he leaves the mall—if you even have the guts to do that."

Her words carried a mocking edge, and the volume of her voice began to draw attention.

At that moment Shoppers and staff alike turned their heads, curious about the commotion. Spotting Jeremy glancing in her direction, her face lit up with satisfaction.

She stood a little taller, clearly proud of the scene she had created.

However Ethan stayed where he was, his face betraying nothing, but his eyes sharpened as he watched her bask in her moment of triumph.

At that moment Ethan slid his hands into his pockets, his expression calm as he tilted his head slightly.

"Is that so, Jeremy?" he said, his tone casual but laced with an edge.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The woman froze, her smirk faltering as she realized Ethan had called Jeremy by name—so casually, so confidently. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "How dare you?" she snapped, her voice rising. "You're disrespecting Mr. Jeremy. Security should throw you out immediately!"

Her outburst drew even more attention, and Jeremy, who had been browsing a rack of designer jackets pretending as if he wasn't hearing anything, turned toward the commotion. He strolled over, his hands in his pockets and a faint smile playing on his lips.

At that moment the woman's demeanor shifted the moment Jeremy approached. Her cheeks flushed, and she straightened her posture, bowing her head slightly. She was clearly thrilled by his attention, her voice suddenly soft and eager.

"Mr. Jeremy," she began, her hands clasped together nervously.

"I've studied you for so long. I know how much you value your privacy. I couldn't let someone like… him," she gestured toward Ethan, her tone dripping with disdain.

"bother you. You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I know you'd want."

Her voice carried a mixture of pride and anticipation, as if she expected Jeremy to praise her any second now.
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She looked down shyly, waiting for his approval, her smile growing as if she'd just accomplished something monumental.

Jeremy's expression shifted as he looked at the woman, his faint smile disappearing. His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable finality.

"You're fired," he said simply.

The words hit like a thunderclap, leaving the woman frozen in place. Before she could respond, two security guards appeared, their heavy footsteps echoing in the suddenly quiet store.

"What?"

she stammered, her voice rising in panic.

"Fired? But… but he came here to beg you, Mr. Jeremy! I was only—"

Immediately Jeremy cut her off with a short laugh, his amusement cold and biting. He turned toward Ethan, his expression softening slightly as he walked over.

"This is Ethan," he said, gesturing toward him with casual ease.

"My brother."

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

The woman's face drained of color, her confident demeanor crumbling in an instant.

"Brother?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jeremy didn't wait for her to process the revelation. His voice rose sharply, echoing through the store.

"Get her out of here!" he roared at the security guards.

Immediately the guards moved without hesitation, stepping toward the woman. She stumbled backward, her hands raised as if to plead, but they didn't stop. Just as they were about to grab her, Ethan's calm voice cut through the chaos.

"Wait," Ethan said, his hands still in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

The guards hesitated, glancing at Jeremy for confirmation, while the woman stood frozen, her eyes darting between the two brothers, unsure of what would happen next.