The moment the call ended, Ethan Roscente's eyes turned ice-cold.

He slowly lifted his gaze, his piercing stare cutting through Jack Cardenas like a blade.

Jack's back broke out in a cold sweat, his shirt instantly drenched.

"Mr. Roscente, how have I offended you?" Jack's voice trembled. "I sincerely apologize."

He racked his brain but couldn't fathom what he'd done to provoke the wrath of this business titan.

If his parents found out he'd single-handedly destroyed the family company, he'd never set foot in the Cardenas estate again.

Gavin Valentine understood perfectly.

Only one woman could make Ethan react like this—Jenna Roland.

He'd expected Ethan to suppress his anger, not obliterate the Cardenas empire outright.

This proved exactly how much Jenna meant to him.

Ethan exhaled a slow stream of smoke, dark currents swirling in his eyes.

"Get out." His voice was glacial. "Don't let me see you again."

Jack staggered as if struck by lightning, collapsing to his knees.

"Mr. Roscente! Please show mercy!" His voice cracked with desperation. "I'll do anything!"

Ethan's expression grew even more sinister.

"You're not worthy."

Gavin snorted and settled back into his chair.

"Reap what you sow." He crossed his legs. "Leave before he really loses his temper."

Jack's face turned ashen.

Benjamin Durant and Calvin Valentine exchanged uneasy glances, not daring to breathe too loudly.

They hurried after the shell-shocked Jack, grabbing his arms outside the club.

"What the hell did you do to piss him off?" Benjamin hissed.

Jack shook his head blankly.

If he knew the reason, he wouldn't be in this nightmare.