“Then I will see you at the bidding conference.” Ethan’s face was cold as he stood up from the sofa, his long legs striding towards the exit.

“Mr. Thomas!” Harry called out to him.

Ethan stopped in his tracks.

Harry, with an impassive smile, rubbed his chin, looking somewhat triumphant and amused.

1He straightforwardly asked, “Mr. Thomas, don’t you just regret divorcing Emily? Why can’t you just admit it?”

Ethan’s brows furrowed as he turned ...