Ethan lay motionless on the ground, unconscious. But Alex didn't spare him even a glance. His focus was elsewhere.
"Alright. Let's go. We've got a factory to check and take over."
With that, he stepped into the car, the deal sealed—on his terms, and his terms alone.
"Actually wait… the factory is already ours… Waters, start the car. We're heading to the Police Dapartment." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.
"Let's see how my dear sister is doing right now."
"Understood, Sir." Mr. Waters responded without hesitation, his movements smooth and practiced as he pulled open the car door.
Alex stepped in without another word, settling into the leather seat as the car smoothly rolled forward.
Inside the vehicle, he leaned back, fingers tapping idly against his knee. His mind wasn't entirely on Lily's predicament—her suffering was merely a side attraction.
