Chapter 732
Chapter 732:
Ethan’s expression grew icy. He glanced at Brenna, gently withdrawing his arm from her hold. “My injury’s fine; it was treated last night. You should go now. I’ll handle the four of them p>
Brenna was reluctant to leave Ethan to confront them alone. Feeling accountable for the situation, she believed she should stay here with him.
“No, I’ll stay,” she said.
Using his uninjured hand, Ethan guided Brenna toward the private elevator he frequently used.
“This is a family issue,” he said. “Your involvement will only complicate matters. I’ve got this. Go.” He gently pushed her inside the elevator.
As the doors slid shut, the adjacent elevator opened, revealing Emmett, Elsa, Kenny, and Minna, their faces marked by evident anger.
Neville, mindful of Ethan’s injury, instinctively moved to protect him, but Ethan raised a hand to halt him, signaling that it wasn’t necessary.
Despite their anger, Emmett and Elsa valued propriety. With numerous staff in the secretary’s office watching, they would not air private grievances publicly. Ethan knew them all too well. He turned toward his office. “Let’s discuss the matter inside p>
The secretary’s office buzzed with murmurs. Many were struck by Emmett’s high military rank, feeling both admiration and curiosity, while others fretted for Ethan.
Could Ethan withstand the pressure from both his mother, a renowned singer, and his father, a high-ranking military officer?
Some attributed Ethan’s achievements to his lineage. With parents like his, it was no wonder he was so successful.
Neville and Rex exchanged uncertain looks, debating whether to follow. Alani, hovering close by, anxiously inquired, “Should we bring them some coffee p>
Rex hesitated and turned to Neville. “Should we p>
Neville, concerned about the potential for conflict, decided it was better to proceed cautiously. Still, he trusted Ethan to hold his own.
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“We should,” he said.
Alani, sensing the charged atmosphere, felt that it was unwise. “I can prepare the coffee, but you need to bring it inside p>
Neville gave a curt nod. “Prepare them p>
Alani rushed to the break room, returning in under five minutes with a tray holding four cups of coffee. She passed it to Neville, saying, “You can deliver them. I’m staying here p>
Neville stood there briefly, thought for a moment, and then strode toward Ethan’s office, tray steady in his grip.
Emmett’s phone rested quietly on the table, playing an audio recording—Ethan’s measured voice laid out Kenny’s wrongdoing for the authorities without a hint of emotion.
After years in command, Emmett had mastered the art of composure. The stern exterior he showed earlier was just a mask. When it came to handling matters, he was patient.