The setting sun was like fire, casting its golden glow into the room through the French windows.
A tall man stood silently by the window, and the setting sun added a touch of loneliness to his figure.
Owen held a cup of coffee in his hand, and his eyes fell on the wall clock. It was time to get off work.
However, when he thought of the empty house, he couldn't help but frown.
At this time, Robin walked in. "Alpha, the car is downstairs."
"We are not going home, let's go find Ethan." A hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He picked up his coat and then walked out.
Ethan, the leader of the East District Mafia, was a powerful man with an extensive network and influence in maritime transportation.
Owen had a batch of goods that urgently needed to be transported by sea. So Ethan's
