Return Of The Supreme Beast Tamer

Ethan’s hand trembled slightly as he lifted the phone, his gaze unwavering on Christopher, who exuded an unnerving calm from his position on the sofa. With a sigh, Ethan answered the call. "Good evening, Mr. Ethan," John’s voice echoed from the speaker, laced with an unusual timidity.

"Mr. John? Why did you call?" Ethan responded, his tone a mixture of surprise and suspicion, his eyes still locked on his eldest son.

"Hmm... Mr. Ethan... Someone of immense power has approached me with a proposition... A fifty billion investment."

Ethan’s eyebrow arched, his focus unwavering. "What kind of business?"

"A commercial plaza! Mr. Ethan, this is an extraordinary opportunity... You should be immensely pleased that you saved such an individual’s life," John exclaimed, a hint of relief coloring his voice.

"I didn’t save anyone’s life," Ethan corrected him, his gaze shifting to meet Amara’s on the second floor. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

"Oh... That means someone from your family did."

Ethan’s eyes swept across his other children – Adonis, Katherine, and Leyla – before returning to Christopher. He nodded slowly. "Okay... So why are you calling me?"

"Mr. Ethan, I know there’s been some... friction between us. I’m calling to propose we wipe the slate clean... Let’s join forces and build this plaza together. Imagine the annual income, the profits we’ll generate..."

"Really? Why don’t you find someone else?" Ethan inquired, his skepticism evident.