A black car stopped in front of the Franklin residence. Ethan leaned back against the seat, exuding an air of cold determination.
Quentin Morrison, sitting in the passenger seat, instructed the driver to start the car. After a moment of internal struggle, he spoke through the rearview mirror, "Boss, I don't understand. When you were in Los Angeles, you had the opportunity to take Mia away directly. Why did you let her meet William? Now that she has met him and still hasn't moved on, it's going to be difficult for you to convince her to leave him."
Yes, Ethan had been aware of William's movements. He knew in advance that William was coming to Los Angeles to find Mia.
If he had wanted to prevent William from finding Mia, he had the time to move her.
"What's the use of having her physically? I want her heart." Ethan's face now was completely different from the one he showed to Mia. His expression was calm and cold, radiating arrogance, confidence, and an air of inscrutability.
