Chapter 139

"You can't just—"

Naomi's face drained of color, her hands shaking as she gripped the doorframe.

"How do you even plan to do it?"

Her eyes darted between her phone and what was in front of her.

At that moment Ethan's lips curled into a twisted smile, his shoulders squaring.

"You don't need to worry about that, I will find a way,"

he snarled, his vein pulsing at his temple.

"And I will retaliate immediately." His fingers flexed unconsciously at his sides, his knuckles started to white with tension.

After the exchange of words

the phone line went dead with a harsh click that made Naomi flinch. She stared at the phone, her breath coming in short, and sharp gasps.

Ethan left the house.

Hours later, as purple twilight crept across the sky, Naomi's boys moved through the house.

Ethan then brought out his phone and called the spokesman's number.

He cleared his throat twice, practicing his casual tone.