Stepping outside through the grand metal gates of the mansion, Ethan appeared at the grand entrance of the mansion.
As soon as he did, three sleek black cars pulled up, especially eye-catching was the luxurious business car in the center.
As doors opened with precision, ten bodyguards emerged from two vehicles flanking Ethan's ride; two more stepped out from his car's passenger seat.
"Mr. Ethan! My name is Silvester; I'll be your protector this evening," announced one burly bodyguard who had just exited from the middle car with an authoritative salute.
"I'll be relying on you then, Sir Silvester," Ethan smiled appreciatively.
"Please het in the car!" one of the bodyguards said, opening the door with a firm yet inviting gesture.
Ethan nodded, stepping into the back seat, and was immediately enveloped by an atmosphere of luxury.
The interior was nothing short of luxurious, plush leather seats cradled him in comfort, while the floor gleamed like polished marble glass.
