Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards

I followed his gaze, expecting a confused courier or a disgruntled ex-employee. Instead, a figure emerged from the crowd. My heart skipped a beat, then I felt a hot rush of irritation. The man wasn't wearing an orange jumpsuit, and he didn't look like the scrawny, broken man I had left at the prison gates three weeks ago. He was draped in a charcoal-grey suit that looked tailored to his frame, walking with a confidence that felt like an insult. It was Ethan.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Ethan didn't respond and simply returned to his apartment to meet with Xavier. Ethan decided to consult with Xavier Meyer, his distant relative who also knew about Joe Moore, as Xavier had mentioned earlier. When Ethan was in Xavier's apartment, he wasted no time talking. "Xavier, I got an offer from Joe Moore. He wants me to be a star on his TV reality show about alternative medicine," Ethan explained. Xavier, who was enjoying a cup of coffee, raised his eyebrows. "He's a cunning businessman. Why is he offering you that? What do you think his motive is?"

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His presence is steady, protective. “What happened?” he asked again now angrier. Ethan doesn’t hesitate. “Attempted abduction,” he says evenly. “One man. He didn’t get close enough.” Edward’s brows lift slightly. Interest, not concern. “Explain.” “He came through the service entrance,” Ethan continues. “I intervened before he could cause any harm to Lena.” Edward looks at him for a moment. Long. Measuring. Then he nods. “Good that is what you are paid for” That’s it. No shock. No questions about me. Just approval.

“Makes sense.” Then somehow we drifted into personal conversations too. Childhood stories. School. Hobbies. Life. Ethan talked passionately about medical outreach programs and healthcare reforms and helping lower income communities get actual decent treatment instead of being ignored because they were poor. “You actually go to those places yourself?” I asked, genuinely surprised as I stirred the coffee in my cup slowly. “Like… physically?” Ethan laughed softly. “That sounded a little offensive.” “No, I just mean—” I pointed at him vaguely. “You’re Ethan Vale. Billionaire. Hospital prince. Fancy magazine cover man. I assumed you’d just donate money and disappear into the sunset.”

Isabella responded calmly and hung up the phone. Benjamin and Alexander noticed Isabella's displeased expression. "Oh my, what's wrong with my dear sister?" Alexander's tone became mocking. Isabella gave him a sharp look and turned to Benjamin. "Benjamin, tell me more about Ethan Adams." Then, Isabella learned about Ethan Adams from Benjamin. Ethan Adams was the heir of the Adams family enterprise and the current CEO. At the young age of 20, Ethan took over the vast business empire of the Adams family. After assuming control, he swiftly eliminated all obstacles and secured numerous major projects within just three years. The family business had expanded globally. This man was known for his d

Moana “Ahem.” Ethan and I jerked our heads up from the portfolio of his childhood drawings, our train of conversation now broken, to see none other than Edrick standing in the doorway -- and he didn’t look happy. “Oh, hello,” I said, feeling a bit nervous under the billionaire’s strangely disapproving stare. “Ethan was just showing me some of his work.”

"Well, I think it's a little late for that, Dad. Ethan's pretty special, like I said. We spend a lot of time together. He really listens to me and I feel truly...happy with him. He understands me." Dad got quiet for a minute. I think he was shocked to hear me talk about a man like I really cared. And I shouldn't have been too surprised either. Ethan was the first in a long line of firsts with me. "What is this Ethan's last name and what does he do for a living?" "Blackstone. He's thirty-two and he owns a private security company. He's so paranoid he has me assigned to a driver so I won't take the Tube to get around.

George moved to London to work as a photographer where he met his wife who is heavily pregnant with their second child and couldn't travel. Next introduction is Ethan who is also part of the college gang. Ethan is a handsome and huge man who looks like he lives in the gym. All the groomsmen were supposed to wear pink tuxedos but Ethan decided to pull up in ripped jeans and a pink t-shirt. He looks like the type of guy who likes to stand out and break rules just because he can. It doesn't come as a shock that he's an artist. It also doesn't come as a shock that an attractive man like him has a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend who is a runway model. God, I can't imagine what their babies will loo