When Ethan walked in, I was standing in front of the mirror staring at myself.

My miserable life.

At this point, I was left with many options and confused about how to deal with them.

Should I just stay low in Las Vegas without showing myself anymore?

The other time I had walked into the boardroom to have a meeting with those men I had put on a facial mask. That was not my real face.

That was a surgical mask, one of my invented product products had spent a lot of money on.

There isn't a way I could just show off my face in such a manner when...