"You want my life?" Ethan paused, then said coldly, "Fine, I'll give you ten minutes; otherwise, I'll..."
Beep beep...
Before Ethan could finish, the call ended.
"Huh? Pretty impatient. I guess he can't wait!" Ethan tossed the phone to Harrison, shaking his head disdainfully.
Harrison crossed his arms and sneered, "Go ahead, laugh it up. I hope you're still laughing when my boss gets here. Don't cry, and don't wet your pants, or I'll lose all respect for you! I'm going out to greet him. Don't even think about running; it's useless. I know where you live!"
With that, he strode out of the lobby.
"My god, it sounds like Mr. Mitchell is coming. Punk, you're in big trouble; run!"
"Run? You don't know Mr. Mitchell. If he wants someone dead, even if they run to the ends of the earth, he'll
