Scarlett nodded,
"Are you the one who find the ruin and the pills? Do you have more? I'll buy them all," she said, slipping into negotiation mode. "Name your price."
Judging by her brother's reaction, this man was in charge of here.
Ethan smiled. It was a pleasant expression, genuinely warm. It made Scarlett's stomach drop for reasons she could not explain. There was no arrogance in it. No greed. No excitement at the prospect of profit. That unsettled her more than hostility would have.
"If I told you I created that pill, what would you say?" he asked.
The warmth vanished from Scarlett's face instantly as soon as he heard that. Her gaze snapped to James. When her eyes found him, they were glacial.
"I thought you'd finally changed. I thought you were ready to come home." Her voice carried open disappointment now, sharp and cutting. "Instead, you're playing games with street thugs who do not understand that words have consequences."
