#Chapter 65 Promise

Mia Albert glared down at him, his face a mask of anger. “I warned you, didn't I?" Ethan, writhing in pain, tried to crawl away, clutching his injured hand. “You can’t do this! I’ll—” Albert turned to look at Emma then to me. "Are you alright?" I nodded, unable to say much else. Albert ordered a pair of guards to drag Ethan away. "Tally up his debt. And hold him until I figure out what to do with him." As Ethan was dragged away by Albert's men, his screams fading into the distance, I stood there, stunned. Albert was a different person tonight—his demeanor was colder, more menacing than I’d ever seen before. The tiredness in his eyes spoke of exhaustion and a deep, simmering rage that barely contained itself beneath the surface. Sasha let out a low whistle. “Never seen Albert like this before,” he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "Rough night boss?" "Getting rougher by the moment." Albert’s gaze was steely, fixed on Ethan as he was hauled away. His jaw clenc