Ethan was seated in Edward's usual spot at the desk.
"Start talking. Who sent you?" His gaze was icy, his tone even more chilling.
The men in front of him were pinned down by security, unable to move, their faces already bruised.
They exchanged glances. Finally, the one in charge gritted his teeth. "Nobody sent us."
"Hah." Ethan let out a light, almost casual laugh, but it sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"Fine. Keep it to yourself. It's not like I really need to know." He motioned to the security team. "Take them to the roof and throw them off."
"What?!" Even the guards were stunned.
The intruders panicked instantly. "That's murder! You'd go to jail for that!"
Ethan raised an eyebrow, calm and composed. "You broke into my company to steal. Security caught you, chased you up to the roof, and in your panic, you fell. How exactly is that murder?"
"You—!" They stared at him, horrified. He looked polished and respectable on the outside, but underneath, he was ruthless.
The security team still hadn't moved, visibly unsure.
When they didn't respond, Ethan frowned slightly, impatience seeping into his voice. "What are you all waiting for? Should I do it myself?"
"N-no, sir!" The guards snapped back to attention and began dragging the men toward the door.
"Wait! Please—!" one of them cried out, truly terrified now. He hadn't expected Ethan to be serious.
Another blurted out, "Okay, okay! I'll talk!"
"Should've done that from the start," Ethan said coolly. He leaned back in the chair and propped his feet up on the desk.
Security hauled them back into the room, keeping a firm grip so they couldn't bolt.
"I don't know who they are for real," the leader stammered. "We just had a phone number. You can trace it—I'm sure you'll find out who's behind it."
Ethan pressed further. "Why did they want you to steal the company seal and files?"
"Once we got them, they told us to sell the company fast—any price, just get it off the books ASAP," the man explained.
Ethan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. He picked up Edward's corporate seal, turning it slowly in his hand, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"I see," he said simply. Then, he said to security, "Take them where they need to go."
The guards hesitated. "Where to, sir?"
"The roof," Ethan replied, enunciating each word slowly.
The men nearly collapsed on the spot, begging on their knees. "Please, no! We told you everything!"
"We swear, that's all we know!"
One of the guards spoke up awkwardly, "Sir, that's... probably not the best idea."
Ethan seemed to consider it for a moment. "You're right. Take them to the police station instead."
The security team almost let out a laugh, managing to hold it back just in time.
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