Chapter 113 Ethan's Seduction

I stood in the doorway of the penthouse suite, staring at the scene Ethan had meticulously prepared. A soft candlelight light danced through the room, painting the heavy mahogany furniture with soft golden glows. The scent of jasmine—how ironic—wafted in the air, a subtle reminder of the name that haunted him as much as it empowered me.
Kinda," I replied, voice dripping with sarcasm as I entered.
Ethan appeared from the shadows, his tailored suit unbuttoned just enough to give him an air of casual confidence. His smirk was the same as always—arrogant, seductive, and utterly infuriating.