Chapter 125

The driver wasn't Ethan Smith's assistant, but Old Wang, the chauffeur from the Smith family estate.

Hearing the young master's unusually gentle tone from the backseat, Old Wang's grip on the steering wheel faltered.

Good heavens, was this really the same cold-faced "King of Hell" young master?

Old Wang stole a glance through the rearview mirror and saw Ethan looking at his phone with a rare smile playing on his lips.

"Lucy, I'll be there soon."

The way he said "Lucy" sent shivers down Old Wang's spine.

Looks like the Smith family is about to have some happy news! Old Wang thought gleefully, already planning to report this to the butler the moment they arrived.

Meanwhile, the Smith estate was brightly lit.

Old Master Smith sat in the living room reading a newspaper, occasionally glancing at the clock.

"Sir, you should rest," the butler said, bringing him a cup of tea.

Old Master Smith waved him off. "Not yet. That rascal said he'd be back tonight."

Just then, the butler's phone buzzed.

"Sir! Wonderful news!" The butler's voice trembled with excitement. "The young master might be in a relationship!"

"What?" Old Master Smith shot to his feet, scattering the newspaper.

The butler beamed. "Old Wang just texted—the young master asked him to drive a young lady home. His tone was so tender..."

Old Master Smith slapped his thigh. "That boy! Finally came to his senses!"

As they spoke, the front door swung open, and Ethan strode in.

"Dad, why are you still up?"

Old Master Smith's eyes lit up as he hurried forward. "You rascal! Out with it—who's the girl?"

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Old Wang and his big mouth..."

"Don't change the subject!" Old Master Smith stamped his foot impatiently. "Are you two together or not?"

Ethan cleared his throat. "I'm still pursuing her."

"What? You haven't won her over yet?" Old Master Smith looked aghast. "Aren't you supposed to be some hotshot? Can't even handle one girl?"

Ethan chuckled helplessly. "It's not like buying groceries, Dad."

"I don't care!" Old Master Smith huffed. "I want to meet my future daughter-in-law next month, or don't bother coming home!"

Ethan massaged his temples. "Dad, these things take time..."

"Time? Your mother was already raising you at your age!"

Ethan: "..."

The butler stifled a laugh. After decades, their banter never got old.

"Alright, get some rest," Ethan said, steering the conversation away. "I promise to bring her home soon."

Old Master Smith finally nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something. "Wait—what's her name?"

"Lucy White," Ethan said, his lips curving unconsciously. "She's... special."

Seeing his son's expression, Old Master Smith's heart swelled with joy.

Late the next night, Lucy was reviewing a script when her fingers stilled.

Her head snapped up, eyes sharp.

"They're here."

She quickly dialed Ethan. "The fish took the bait. Head to the Powell residence now."

On the other end, Ethan was at a private club with his childhood friends.

"Sorry, urgent business." He stood to leave.

"Whoa, what's the rush?" David Wilson grabbed his arm. "Is this about that Miss White?"

Ethan arched a brow. "How'd you know?"

"It is!" The group erupted. "Give us details! How far along are you two?"

Ethan checked his watch. "Another time. Lives are at stake."

With that, he bolted out, leaving them stunned.

"Lives? That intense?"

Meanwhile, at the Powell villa.

Vincent Powell clutched his phone, sweat beading on his palms. "Master Lucy, please hurry! The house turned freezing—my mother and I both feel something's wrong..."

Lucy's voice was calm. "Stay put. We're coming."

Hanging up, she rushed to the door.

Ethan's car was already waiting. He opened the door as she approached.

"Status?" he asked grimly.

Lucy buckled in. "They're making their move tonight. We need to hurry."

The black sedan tore through the night toward the Powell estate.

Outside, dark clouds swallowed the moonlight.