Ethan Wolfe lay on the plush carpet of the Wisteria Lodge, curled into a fetal position. His chest heaved with sobbing gasps, tears streaming down his bruised face, mixing with the blood from his nose. He looked less like a superstar and more like a discarded rag doll.
If his legions of brainless fans could see him now—their "Sunshine Boy" reduced to a whimpering mess—they would likely faint from heartbreak or throw themselves off a building in despair.
The other female stars of Ent-International stared, their eyes wide with horror. Their chopsticks clattered onto the table, forgotten.
They had brought out the name of the Hanks Family Patriarch. They had threatened total destruction. Yet, this man... this Jack Brooks... he didn't just refuse to bow; he became even more rampant.
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