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    One person falling sick could be a coincidence, but several, all at once? Clearly, someone was behind this.


    Was Percy behind this, hoping to teach him a lesson? Or was someone else ying their own game?


    Ethan made a mental note to find out about itter.


    Dragging himself into the elevator, he leaned against the mirrored wall, visibly unsteady. Inside, a small group of women immediately took notice of him. His distant look and flushed cheeks, paired with his striking features, intrigued them.


    The women daringly sidled up to him.


    “Hey there, gorgeous. How about we go upstairs and have a little fun?” one said, her sultry voice barely louder than a whisper, her lips nearly brushing his cheek.


    With zero patience left, Ethan shoved her back with a scowl. “Get lost.”


    The fierceness in his voice startled her. “No need to be a jerk just because you’re not in the mood,” she said.


    The woman beside her grumbled, “Acting like that in here. So pretentious.”


    The expression on Ethan’s face made it crystal clear—he wanted to be left alone.


    When he stepped out into the cool night air, the breeze helped clear his head a little.


    A few minutester, a man on apact electric bike slowed near the curb, spotting the sleek car beside Ethan. “Wait a minute, this is your car? If I’d known it was a luxury car, I wouldn’t have epted the job.” Most designated drivers were willing to drive regr cars, but luxury cars were a different story; they were afraid of damaging them.


    “Sorry, sir. You’d better find someone else to do this.”


    The man didn’t even wait for Ethan’s reply before turning around and speeding off on his bike.


    Staring after him, Ethan let out a long sigh and then pulled out his phone to call Brenna.


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    “Come get me,” he said softly into the receiver, his voice raspy. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at the night sky, the faint blush on his cheeks catching the attention of passersby, especially young women.


    Back at home, Brenna had been enjoying a peaceful day off. The moment she heard Ethan’s voice on the line, she felt like he was deliberately seducing her.


    “What happened to you?” Brenna asked, her brows knitting as she registered the husky softness in his tone; it wasn’t how Ethan usually spoke.


    “I drank a bit too much and can’t drive. The designated driver saw my car and ran off,” Ethan poked at his phone screen, taking a while to send his location to Brenna. “Hurry up, or your boyfriend might get taken away by someone else.”


    Brenna found Ethan’s voice inexplicably pleasant today, and he seemed unusually endearing. “Wait for me,” she said.


    “Okay, I’ll wait.”


    An hourter, Brenna arrived. Her driver took her car away, and she soon found Ethan’s luxury car.


    Ethan was still standing by the car, the wind blowing against his flushed cheeks. It was clear he had had too much to drink.


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