As soon as they stepped out of the office, Director Ashford asked, "Mr. Johnson, do you know Scarlett? Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"She's my wife. I'm here to take her home," Ethan replied calmly.
"I made a mistake before. I just want her to forgive me." As he spoke, he pulled out his wallet and showed a photo-an old wedding pic of the two of them, looking happy and in love.
"Oh... I see. Well, if there's anything you need, just let me know. Scarlett's a great girl. Hope you'll cherish her from now on."
"I will," Ethan nodded firmly, more serious than ever.
That night, Scarlett suddenly heard the sounds of drawers being pulled open and things shifting around the room. She was startled.
"Who's there? Who is it?"
"Ah... ah..." Ethan made a couple of muffled
