Chapter 81

Ethan stood there, his face a mask of fury. His eyes burned with rage as he towered over them like a vengeful storm.

The two remaining men lunged at him, but they never stood a chance.

Ethan moved like a shadow. Fast. Precise. Deadly... And he dodged their attacks effortlessly.

The first man swung his fist, but Ethan caught it mid-air and twisted his arm back. A sickening crack echoed as the man screamed in pain.

The second man raised his knife, and before he could strike, Ethan landed a brutal punch to his ribs, making him stagger back.

Charlotte watched in awe. Despite her bruised face and the lingering pain, she couldn't look away.

Ethan looked dangerous, powerful and somehow… cool to her as she couldn't take her gaze away from his figure.

He wore a black button-up shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chiseled chest.

The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, exposing his strong, veiny arms.