Ethan reported, "That old guy didn't report to the police because he knew he was in the wrong. He's still lying in the hospital, but he's secretly sent someone to find you. He might want to seek revenge privately. I promise to make that pervert Harrison's studio go out of business tomorrow."
Asher gently swirled the red wine in his glass. "They're merely insignificant individuals. They won't pose any substantial threat."
"True, but..." Ethan hesitated for a moment, then grinned as he looked at Asher. "Asher, I think Miss Morgan is right. Every time she was in trouble, you appeared just like Ultraman. It's obvious that she begins to suspect our people have been following her."
"Are you implying that I'm stupid and can't even get what she said?" Asher scanned him with a cold gaze.
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