Meanwhile, at Havenridge Villas, Ethan stared at the call that had just ended, his eyes darkening.
His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
He wanted to tell Natalie that he missed her, that he regretted everything, and that he truly needed her.
Yet every time the words reached his lips, they somehow came out like orders.
For the first time, Ethan found his own pride almost ridiculous.
Before he could sink any deeper into that sadness, the finance manager called.
"Mr. Pierce, the company has no available cash left. Ms. Warren also withdrew 80,000 dollars from your personal account this morning."
Ethan frowned.
"I see. I'll go back to the company right away."
After hanging up, Ethan shrugged off the jacket that still smelled of last night's smoke and tossed
