The convoy of black cars vanished as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the Thorne Corp lobby as silent as a grave. The thugs who had been so violent moments ago now lay huddled on the floor, unconscious, while the office staff stood frozen with their mouths agape. Clara took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Ethan... what exactly happened?" Clara’s voice trembled, her eyes still fixed on the closed elevator doors. Ethan returned to his usual expression—calm and unassuming. He straightened his wife’s collar slightly. "Maybe secret police, or one of Jasper Wang’s rivals passing by. Never mind that, the important thing is they’re gone. Check your phone, Clara." Right then, Clara’s phone vibrated. A notification from the bank popped up. Clara’s face went from pale to flushed
