After that...
He continued to be locked up, locked up until someone came to persuade him...
During those days of being confined, Ethan Grant had no specific impressions.
If anything, it was the overwhelming darkness.
In the pitch-black world, fear and despair wrapped tightly around him, suffocating him.
That suffocation almost drove him to the brink of collapse.
At that moment, the phone ringing on the bedside table shrieked again, the caller relentlessly persistent, dialing over and over as if they wouldn't stop until he answered.
Having just finished a cigarette, he sneered coldly, got up, and answered.
Whatever was said from the other end, however furious it may have been, Ethan Grant listened with a mocking smile still painted on his face.
"Say it again, you have no right to meddle in my affairs."
He said coldly, then hung up the phone, gazing at the number displayed on the screen with anger and hatred surging within him, chaotically coursing through his body.
