No One Dare to Do Anything to You

"Dead?" Ethan Smith couldn't help but be stunned.

So Tristin Schroeder really died?

"Miss Taylor, she..."

"Shane!" Conrad Schroeder scolded, interrupting Uncle Armando's words.

Seeing this, Uncle Armando didn't say any more.

Ethan vaguely understood something in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't know when it started, but Ethan's heart became colder and colder.

"You can go ahead, I'll visit the Schroeder family when I find the time." Ethan said.

Conrad eagerly bowed and said, "Alright, Mr. Smith, I will be waiting for you at our home."

After they left, Ethan sat cross-legged on the bed.

Since he woke up, there was a golden light flashing in his mind.

Though the size of a grain of rice, the golden light made Ethan feel an extraordinary power.

"What exactly is this?" Ethan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the golden glow in his mind.

Soon, Ethan found out that the golden light seemed to move with his thoughts.

"Mental power?" Ethan guessed.