Shirley Thorne had actually gone to bed early.
But she was sleeping lightly. The moment Ethan Grant knocked on the door, she jolted awake.
"What's going on?"
She shot up in bed and instinctively switched on the lamp. Then she heard Ethan Grant's cool voice, laced with a hint of urgency.
"Shirley Thorne, open the door!"
"It's a video call from Grandfather!"
Fuck!!!
'Why is the old man calling now of all times!'
Shirley Thorne scrambled out of bed and opened the door to see Ethan Grant's anxious face.
"Mr. Grant..."
He didn't have time to explain. He simply pushed Shirley Thorne into the room, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and tossed it aside, revealing his lean, muscular chest.
Shirley was stunned by his lightning-fast move, unable to process what was happening for a long moment. On pure instinct, her eyes scanned the masterpiece of a body before her, and she sighed to herself—
'V-cut abs, a lean waist, chiseled collarbones... I'm so here for this!'
