If the classes were in the afternoon, everyone's health would be much better.
And just now, those thirteen lambs all asked for leave from him, and Ethan had no reason to refuse.
"Outrageous!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wilson, such trivial matters shouldn't concern someone of your stature, right?"
Ethan interrupted him, knowing Wilson's real purpose for being here, "Let's talk about the topic you're most interested in, like your son, Aisoke."
Wilson's pupils constricted, and veins bulged on his face.
He couldn't stand Ethan's calm tone, it made him want to tear Ethan apart.
But this was not the place for action.
"In that case, follow me then."
As he mentioned at the start of the invitation, he had something to show Ethan.
In the basement of his mansion, it had been made into a dungeon, filled with countless instruments of torture.
