Shirley Thorne's train of thought was broken. She stared at Ethan Grant in disbelief, arching an eyebrow in a silent question.
'What's wrong?'
'What's going on?'
'Why is the great billionaire suddenly gracing us with his presence?'
Ethan Grant met her gaze and arched an eyebrow in return, giving her a look that said, 'Just wait.'
Shirley Thorne frowned, displeased. She didn't like that look one bit.
Ethan Grant seemed resigned. He thought for a few seconds, then placed a pig's trotter on her plate. "Keep eating."
Shirley Thorne: ...
'I don't want to be gnawing on a pig's trotter right now. I just want to crawl inside Ethan Grant's head and see what on earth he's planning.'
'Can't he see Katherine Walsh is about to faint from sheer excitement?!'
'Killing someone with your good looks... that's a crime!'
Shirley Thorne took her chopsticks and stabbed them straight down into the pig's trotter, her expression fierce.
