However… Just as Ethan turned to leave, his sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure walking toward the entrance.
An elderly man, dressed impeccably in a refined suit, his expression calm but his hands clutching a folder tightly against his chest.
Ethan's pupils contracted.
Waters. Alex Reid's trusted man aka also a butler.
Ethan immediately sensed something was off. His eyes flickered downward, to the very folder the old man was holding.
For just a brief second, the edge of a document peeked out from between Mr. Waters' fingers, and Ethan's heart nearly skipped a beat.
Because that document looked identical to the patent he had just filed last night. A dark gleam flickered in Ethan's gaze. He let out a slow, mocking chuckle and strolled forward with a casual arrogance.
"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Waters. What brings someone as important as you to a place like this? Running errands for your boss?" Mr. Waters' brows twitched, but he said nothing.
