The room was deathly silent as soon as Ethan had entered.
The bodyguard sat frozen in place, his breath shallow, his body trembling as he faced the predator standing before him.
Ethan Park.
The air around Ethan was thick, suffocating and it cracked with his anger and power. It was clear that Ethan was not in a forgiving mood.
His golden eyes gleamed like a predator who had cornered its prey—watching, waiting, savoring the moment before the kill.
The bodyguard gulped.
'I-I will be fine. No matter how dangerous this man is, I am sure he would hear someone from the Vale family out…right?'
His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but his throat felt tight, constricted—as if the pressure of Ethan's presence alone was strangling him.
Still, he knew that if he didn't say anything now, he would not live to see another day.
"I-I'll talk! I swear! I'll tell you everything I know! I-I am from the Vale family, so I am much more useful to you."
