The glare, of course, came from Markham. If he hadn't been standing beside Ethan, he might've launched a flying kick at the woman right then and there.
The man beside her—Damien—watched the scene with narrowed eyes and a faint smile tugging at his lips. No matter how absurd the woman's behavior became, his expression didn't change.
"Damien?" Ethan repeated, the name catching his attention. You didn't hear names like that often anymore—too polished, too old-money. He glanced over at the man curiously.
Damien, noticing Ethan's look, gave a polite nod. Ethan returned the gesture—courtesy for courtesy.
He turned his attention back to the saleswoman and followed her to the counter to complete the payment.
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Meanwhile, Damien and the woman got into a luxury car waiting by the curb and drove off.
All of this happened within Ethan's Soul Sense range.
As the payment process continued, Ethan asked casually, "Do you know Damien's last name?"
