Chapter 667

Pearce Hooper rushed to learn about the situation, and Ethan’s body was frozen hard. He stood in the morgue, staring in disbelief at Ethan’s figure, now covered by a white cloth Unlike the scene Eleanor had witnessed, Ethan had been cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes

He lay there, as if he were just sleeping calm as ever, with no signs of death.

Taking tentative steps, Pearce moved closer, reaching out a hand to touch Ethan’s lace, only to find he didn’t have the guts

Master.he whispered Normally, if he disturbed his masters sleep, he’d get a good scolding. But now, Ethan lay there quietly, unresponsive to his call

Tears welled up in Pearce’s eyes Master what happened? We still had a deal didn’t we?

Ethan had once patted Pearce’s shoulder, promising. When you have more trophies than me, I build you a golden house

Knowing Pearce’s love for gold, his master would occasionally buy him small gold trinkets to put in his vault

Even though they were gifts for him, his master would always joke about reclaiming the vault when he ran out of money

His master wasn’t exactly a saint, nor was he thoroughly wicked. But he was, in a way, a pitiful man

often saying the opposite of

lost in thought in

to crack a joke to make his master

with a

Pearce cried,

joke sounded

two frends were

that Ethan had been ready to leave ever

might be the

those left behind had to live with the grief

void of any expression, while Pearce’s

orphaned since childhood It was

high school, he used to draw on the streets of G country for money One day, Ethan and Emilia

and stood behind him, silently observing his drawing for

bought his paintings nor left. In annoyance, he turned around and said, “What are you looking at? Careful, or Пl pluck your

a nonchalant look, “Your paintings are not impressive, but your words are certainly

the streets, Pearce was

was about to start a fight with Ethan, but Ethan grabbed him by the collar before he could throw a punch.

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