After wrapping up a few final matters in the office, Ethan left Wright Group without lingering.
Night had already fallen over Nevalis City, the glass towers reflecting streaks of neon and traffic lights like restless stars.
Outside, his driver, Isaac, was already waiting, holding the back door of the black Maybach open.
"Sir, are we going home?" Isaac asked respectfully.
Ethan paused, loosening the top button of his shirt. "Give me your key. I'll drive myself. You can go back first."
Isaac froze. "B–But, boss, you need a guard to accompany you. It's a weekday, and—"
Ethan's gaze sharpened. Not angry. Just offended.
"Did you forget who I am?" he asked calmly. "Or are you insulting my ability to protect myself?"
Isaac stiffened like a soldier facing execution. He immediately handed over the keys with a slight bow.
"I don't dare, sir."
Ethan took the keys. "Go home. Tell the maid there's no need to wait for me. I won't return until midnight."
