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"Ethan did not seem that dangerous, did he?" Carter asked with a cold smile as he walked over to the couch to pick up his briefcase. With the same disturbing calm, he walked toward the door, as if the whole threat was a routine formality. "But he is."

Blair looked at Drake, who stood in the corner of the room, his posture defeated, his shoulders hunched, like a cornered animal.

"Or what?" The question escaped Blair's mouth before she could stop it, an impulse of desperation and defiant curiosity.

Carter stopped, a few steps from the elevator, where the doors were already open. He turned, his gaze curious and cold. "What?"

"Ethan is going to destroy my life," Blair whispered, letting out a deep sigh, filled with resignation and a hint of uncertain hope. "And what's the other option? What can I do to stop it?"

Carter stared at her for a moment, weighing every word, every expression. Slowly, the elevator doors closed, and he took a step back into the apartment, his face lit with a calcul