The Great Ethan Lee

Chapter 24

The two security guards followed orders and immediately pushed Sophia into a chair, roughly binding her hands and feet. In no time, her wrists were chafed and bleeding.

Sophia struggled to break free, tears streaming down her face. "Let me go! Why are you treating me like this? I didn't steal anything!"

The manager cruelly pinched Sophia's delicate face, a look of deep greed flickering in his eyes. 'Even if she's a thief, she's really quite pretty.'

The manager smirked, "Ms, we're not bullying you. This is just the punishment a thief deserves."

In her moment of despair, one name suddenly flashed in Sophia's mind. 'Ethan! Ethan always finds a way to save me. He can do it this time too.'

Sophia's eyes reddened, her voice trembling. "I... I need to call my husband..."

At that moment, Ethan was at home playing with July when his phone suddenly rang.

Ethan answered the call, "Sophia, what's up? Don't worry, I'm taking good care of July, she..."

Before he could finish, a burst of sobs interrupted him.

Ethan asked with concern, "Sophia, where are you? What happened? Why are you crying?"

Sophia's choked voice was filled with grievance. "Ethan... I... I'm at the bank. They're accusing me of stealing and... and they hit me..."

'Hit?!' That one word made Ethan jump to his feet.

Ethan took a deep breath, trying to contain his anger, and gently spoke to July. "July, Daddy needs to go get Mommy. Can you be a good girl and wait here for me?"

July nodded obediently. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be good... but be careful!"

Ethan lovingly patted July's head, then turned and left. As he stepped out the door, his entire demeanor changed, exuding a murderous aura like a demon from hell, ready to turn the city into a bloodbath.

Ethan called Ghost Wolf and said, "Get the car ready! Now!"

Ten seconds later, a roaring Lamborghini pulled up in front of Ethan.

With a grim expression, Ethan got into the car. "To the bank," he ordered coldly.

Ghost Wolf, knowing Ethan well, trembled with fear. He knew that Ethan was on the brink of exploding. Without hesitation, Ghost Wolf floored the gas pedal, and the Lamborghini sped off with an angry roar.

***

Meanwhile, in the bank manager's office.

Sophia's face was still red from the slap, her hair disheveled, and her wrists bore deep marks from the bindings, making her look especially pitiable.

Seeing Sophia's pitiable yet beautiful appearance, the bank manager showed no sympathy. "Ms, there's no need for this. If you confess, you might get a lighter sentence. Why put on this act?"

Before the manager could finish, a loud bang echoed through the room!

The aluminum security door was kicked open, and Ethan strode in. His gaze made the cool room feel like the dead of winter.

The two security guards, enraged by the intrusion, pulled out their stun batons and charged at him.

Ghost Wolf growled, "Get lost!" He backhanded the guards, sending them flying and crashing into the furniture.

The manager's face turned pale; he hurriedly shouted, "Guards! Guards! Get all the security in here, someone's breaking into the bank!"

Ethan glared at the manager, took a step forward, and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground despite his weight. Ethan's voice, like a devil's growl, echoed in the manager's ears. "This is my wife. How dare you hit her?!"

Facing this wrath, the manager was terrified, shaking uncontrollably. "W-What are you doing?!"

Donnie quickly interjected, "She stole something and resisted our law enforcement. So what if we hit her? I advise you to release our manager, or when the police arrive..."

Smack!

Ethan backhanded Donnie, knocking out his teeth and causing blood to pour from his mouth.

Ethan said coldly, "My wife, a thief? You better give me a perfect explanation, or no one here will leave unharmed!"

The manager quickly produced the black card. "Here's the evidence. How do you explain this?"

Ethan calmly looked at the card. "This card is her allowance from me. What's the issue?"

The manager's eyes widened as he spat, "Do you even know what this card is? It's a custom-made card from the World Bank with a minimum balance of 500 million! 500 million as an allowance? Who do you think you are?!"

Ethan gave Ghost Wolf a subtle nod. Comprehending the situation, Ghost Wolf took out his phone and made a call. Once connected, he respectfully handed it to Ethan.

Ethan spoke coldly into the phone, "President Ross, the bank card you begged me to accept seems useless. Your bank manager is accusing my wife of theft and even assaulted her! You have three minutes to resolve this, or I can't guarantee the World Bank will be open as usual tomorrow."