“Find someone for me. His name is Ezekiel. Bring him to me at any cost.”
Nathan’s voice was cold and menacing.
“Yes, Mr. Hill.”
**A few days later.**
The assistant brought Ezekiel to Nathan’s residence.
“So, Nathan wants to see me?” Ezekiel smirked, his tone casual and irreverent.
Nathan’s eyes darkened. “Ezekiel, I underestimated you.”
“Do you still remember my wife, Isabella?”
Ezekiel nodded. “Vividly.”
Nathan clenched his teeth. “Good.”
“Ezekiel, I need to know—what exactly did you do to my wife? Why is it that after meeting you, she’s become a completely different person?”
His accusatory tone, layered with the authority of someone in power, instantly thickened the tension in the room.
Ezekiel chuckled nonchalantly. “You’ve seen the contract between me and your e
