Chapter 65 I didn’t even knock. I stormed into my father’s office like the building belonged to me. The door slammed against the wall hard enough to make the framed awards on the shelf rattle. Richard was sitting behind his desk like he always did — calm, composed, sipping something dark from a crystal glass like the world wasn’t falling apart. He looked up slowly, one eyebrow raised, completely unfazed by my entrance. “Ethan,” he said evenly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I crossed the room in three long strides. Before he could say another word, I grabbed him by the collar of his expensive shirt and yanked him halfway out of his chair. The glass in his hand tilted dangerously. “What the fuck did you do to her?” I growled, my face inches from his. “Where is Lila?” Richard didn’t even flinch. A slow, amused chuckle escaped him as he calmly set his glass down on the desk. He looked me dead in the eye, almost bored. “I’ve done nothing to your little nurse,” he said, his voice
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