As for Brian Bolton's identity, Ethan Carter had no doubts. After all, they had been university classmates for four years. Although they hadn't interacted much, he still had a basic understanding of him.

After a brief moment of thought, Ethan Carter figured out what the white-collar man was up to—a classic case of using someone else to do your dirty work.

“Brian Bolton, since there are so many people in the company who can't stand you, don't blame me for delivering justice!” A cold smirk appeared at the corner of Ethan Carter's mouth.

After asking for the location of Brian Bolton's office, Ethan Carter knocked the white-collar man unconscious, then headed straight for Brian Bolton's office...

“Brian Bolton, isn't it a bit wrong for us to do this behind our families' backs?”

As Ethan Carter arrived outside Brian Bolton's office, a crisp and pleasant female voice drifted out.

“An office affair?” He might not have eaten pork, but he'd seen pigs run. Ethan Carter had heard of such things before, but never expected to witness it himself today. He felt a bit guilty—he was breaking up a pair of lovebirds!

With a teasing smile on his lips, Ethan Carter was just about to push the door open, but what Brian Bolton said next nearly knocked him to the ground.

“Emily Foster, this is beneficial for both of us. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who else will know?”

“Emily Foster?” Ethan Carter's heart suddenly sank. He could accept being a toad who couldn't win over Emily Foster, but he absolutely couldn't let her fall into the hands of another toad.

“No, no! I shouldn't doubt her!” Ethan Carter's face flushed, his heart pounding faster and faster. He tried hard to calm himself, clinging to the hope that this Emily Foster might not be that Emily Foster—after all, there were plenty of people named Emily Foster in the world.

But the female voice from earlier mercilessly shattered Ethan Carter's last bit of hope. Thinking back carefully, it was clearly Emily Foster's voice.

Bang!

Unable to control himself, Ethan Carter kicked open the sturdy security door. But before doing so, he still managed to pull out a black hood he had prepared earlier and put it on.

Sure enough, the one in the office with Brian Bolton was none other than the goddess in his heart, Emily Foster.

Inside the office, seeing Ethan Carter barge in, both Emily Foster and Brian Bolton were startled.

“Who are you? Who let you in? I'm calling security!” Staring at the masked intruder, Brian Bolton was a bit guilty and shouted angrily.

“Security?” Ethan Carter sneered, his voice cold: “If you don't want people to know, don't do it. I know everything about what you two have done!”

“Y-you... what do you know? If you don't say who you are, I'm calling security!” Brian Bolton's expression flickered, hesitating as he spoke.

“Beast!” Seeing Emily Foster standing silently, Ethan Carter thought that Brian Bolton might have done something unforgivable to her. Instantly furious, he acted on impulse, and the throwing knife he carried shot toward Brian Bolton's face like a streak of light.

“Ah!” Seeing the flying knife, Brian Bolton was terrified, his face turning pale. He quickly rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the attack.

“You, you...?” Beside him, Emily Foster's face flushed, full of disbelief as she cried out in shock.

“Sigh! Why am I getting more and more violent lately!” Ethan Carter sighed, quickly retrieving his throwing knife. His goal this time was that fire stick—if he killed Brian Bolton, he'd get nothing.

“Tell me, where is that fire stick from the caveman era?” Ethan Carter stepped forward, grabbed Brian Bolton's collar, and lifted him up, demanding angrily.

“You—you came for that thing? What do you want it for?” Brian Bolton asked in fear.

“I... I want to sell it for money, of course! It's a national first-class cultural relic—it can fetch a lot!” Ethan Carter originally wanted to say, “Why should I tell you?” but after thinking it over, he decided to mislead him a bit.

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Chapter 10: Conspiracy

“If I tell you where the relic is, will you let me and her go?” Brian Bolton's pale face looked a bit better as he pointed at Emily Foster.

“Oh, how devoted!” Ethan Carter's expression didn't change as he teased, though his anger only grew inside. But for the sake of the mission, he nodded and said, “You take me to get the fire stick, and she comes along. As long as you two don't try anything funny on the way, once I have the stick, I'll let you both go. Otherwise, you'll both die.”

Hearing Ethan Carter's promise, Brian Bolton finally agreed to take him to the relic. Ethan Carter didn't doubt him—he knew that the more of a playboy someone was, the more afraid of death they were, valuing their own life above all else.

Rumble!

Brian Bolton stepped forward and locked the security door. Then, on the office's modular cabinet, he gently pressed a hidden switch. The entire cabinet slid aside, revealing a pitch-black passageway.

The passage was as dark as ink, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It was about one and a half meters high, and only wide enough for one person to pass through.

“A tunnel! That's pretty unique!” Ethan Carter chuckled, pointing at Brian Bolton, “You go down first, she and I will follow behind!”

The “she” Ethan Carter referred to was, of course, Emily Foster. At this moment, his feelings were a complicated mix—he didn't even know what he was feeling, only that it was very uncomfortable. After all, the first girl he ever liked in his life...

Brian Bolton responded and entered the passage, followed by Emily Foster, with Ethan Carter bringing up the rear.