Two bodyguards rushed forward, hurriedly reporting their findings.
"Bang—"
Ethan's eyes darkened as he lashed out, his fist slamming into one of them, sending both sprawling onto the floor.
"I don't want excuses!" he roared. "If you don't find him soon, you won't live to see another day!"
He wouldn't allow Alex to exist a second longer than necessary.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Blackwood!" The two men scrambled to their feet, stumbling as they fled, not daring to linger another moment.
Alex Carter.
Ethan's fist is connected to the wall, and the impact splits his knuckles. Blood seeped through his fingers, but he didn't even flinch. His face was rigid with fury, his eyes filled with hatred.
Meanwhile
Ethan and his men were already gone when Lily's yacht reached the shore.
He hadn't even waited for her.
He hadn't even looked at her.
She knew how much he despised betrayal. And this time…
"Miss Anderson!"
A familiar voice called out desperately.
