"… Are you kidding me?"
She had been banking on Ethan using his abilities to secure their position within the family. And now he was standing here telling her he was useless?
"You're supposed to be a damn expert," she snapped. "And now you're telling me you have nothing to say?"
Ethan let out a long, exhausted sigh. "If I critique something this flawless, I'll only make a fool of myself."
Trisha felt the last shred of her patience snap. 'So you're just gonna stand there and admit defeat?'
Not far away, Marshall Wells had been silently observing the entire exchange.
By now, he had seen enough.
So that's how it is, he mused. Another so-called Fortune skill master who can't back up his words.
He had encountered plenty of frauds before—people who claimed to be masters, yet crumbled the moment they were asked to prove themselves. Ethan Carter, despite all the hype, was no different.
His gaze turned cold.
