Anna barely raised her hand to wave back, but right then, several of the other guys around her shot her devious glares, silently asking why the hell she was about to wave at this guy.
They all knew who Ethan was.
Anna was the only girl in their group, and the youngest member too. She looked around at the glares directed her way and quickly lowered her hand, her expression growing uncertain.
Harold took a step forward, positioning himself at the front of the group. His sharp eyes looked Ethan up and down with thinly veiled disdain.
Ethan stared back as he asked plainly, "Which one of you is Harold?"
The blonde-haired man looking at him said, "You're speaking to him."
Ethan's expression remained calm. "I trust I need no introduction. After all, you've been diverting my permits."
Harold continued staring with no change in expression, but Ethan continued without waiting for a response.
