The girl looked up at him, puzzled. "What do you mean where did I get the bracelet? It's mine."
She twisted her wrist forcefully, trying to pull it back.
Ethan looked at her face. "What's your name?"
"Are you crazy?" the girl was even more bewildered. "Who asks for someone's name so abruptly? I don't know you, okay?"
Ethan frowned and scrutinized her.
The girl looked very young, around twenty-three, with delicate and pretty features, a slender and well-proportioned figure, slightly curly brown hair, and a simple, chic outfit. She was youthful and stylish, with a quiet yet playful and bold demeanor, but her face was entirely unfamiliar.
The girl, feeling increasingly anxious under Ethan's gaze, said, "Let go, or I'm calling the police."
She started shouting, "Help! This man is bother
