The Secret Beneath

that shimmered with the city's neon lights. Ethan parked his vehicle in a lot close by, his thoughts fixed on the upcoming task. The realization that Adrian Holt, currently using the

ning products. Ethan pushed the top floor button, his thoughts racing as the elevator went up. He wished that Holt wouldn't anticipate an unforeseen guest. If he was as threatening as Ava portrayed him to be, he would be extremely cautious. The elevator made a gentle chime upon arriving at the final floor, and Ethan exited into the corridor. He proceeded carefully, verifying the room numbers as he moved. Mark had mentioned that Holt was residing in one of the suites. Ethan approached a pair of double doors labeled "Presidential Suite" and paused, keeping his hand on the handle. He breathed in deeply and gently rapped, straining to hear any noises from within. Upon receiving no immediate reply, he attempted to turn the handle. Much to his astonishment, the door opened smoothly, and he gently pushed it open slightly. He looked in, his eyes getting used to the low light. The suite was lavish, showcasing opulent dark décor and large windows that provided a city skyline view. Holt, also known as Eric Hall, was reclining on a soft sofa with his back facing the entrance. Ethan had a clear view of him: a man around forty years old, appearing tough and menacing, with messy dark hair, and a relaxed yet vigilant stance. Ethan entered cautiously, being careful not to make any sound. Holt was speaking on the phone, his voice soft and silky. "Yes, I grasp." I will take care of it. Simply watch over her. Inform me if she takes action. Ethan was jolted by fear by the words. Ava was in great danger, yet Holt's composed, controlling tone indicated he was still in charge. Ethan inched nearer, attempting to gain a clearer view of Holt's surroundings. The space was adorned with lavish furnishings - costly paintings, a large piano, and numerous high-end features. In the corner, Ethan observed a desk with a laptop displaying an illuminated open document on its screen. While Holt spoke, Ethan quickly looked at the laptop screen, searching for a hint. The paper contained a record of names and addresses, with certain ones highlighted in red ink. Ethan felt his heart pounding as he came to the realization that the list could be linked to Holt's actions - potential targets or connections. However, he was unable to thoroughly inspect it due to time constraints. Holt's discussion was coming to a close. He made a decision in a split second. He had to be ready if he was going to face Holt. He entered the study quie