Though Ethan Blake had once again made Lillian Winters proud today, she couldn’t bring herself to feel happy about it.
After all, his newfound prestige came entirely from the black card Teresa Picardo had given him—nothing more.
Sensing Lillian’s quiet frustration, Ethan said nothing. He simply followed beside her as they walked toward the outdoor parking lot.
Before they reached the lot, they heard a commotion ahead—a woman’s desperate cries cut through the air.
A small crowd had gathered, and something serious seemed to have happened.
When Ethan and Lillian got closer, they saw an elderly man dressed in a mandarin-collar suit lying on the ground. His thin body trembled uncontrollably, foam spilling from his mouth as his eyes rolled shut. He was clearly unconscious.
Kneeling beside
