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sed for the paparazzi. Ethan had trained himself not to dwell too much on his father’s cold demeanor towards him, he had never been on the receiving end of his father’s affection mostly because there was nothing to give. His father, Williams Hatton gave the feel of a towering oak tree, with a stern gaze that most people cowered under. He had a presence that always commanded authority and demanded perfection with a voice tha

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d out of his pockets awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how well-versed the old man was with the local gossip because the news of his

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was like noticing a sheep among a pride of lions ready to be devoured except she didn’t look scared or out of place. She was dressed in simple jeans and a plain tee, a black jacket hung loosely across her shoulders and she typed carelessly on her phone oblivious of her surroundings and how well she blended in despite her plainness. What was she doing here? This hotel was home to only the rich and people of his caliber and status, was she rich and just pretended to be otherwise like dressing in plain clothes and walking the park with blood dripping her knees and a tear-streaked face? The curiosity nagged at his chest a