Chapter 87 The Web Tightens

• Ethan leaned against his desk, fingers pressed to his temple. The dim lighting in his office cast long shadows, matching the storm brewing inside him. Across from him, Nathaniel stood with a knowing smirk, swirling the whiskey in his glass.
• “Find out who paid the janitor to stay quiet,” Ethan ordered, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.
• Nathaniel tilted his head, studying him like a predator weighing its prey. “You might not like the answer.”