Ethan Grant sending her to the island wasn't a sudden whim.
He was still committed to catching the mastermind in one fell swoop, and the prerequisite for that was getting the mastermind to let their guard down.
In the study, Shirley Thorne rested her face in her hands, wearing a long, sour expression. She would scratch her head one moment and her foot the next, looking exactly like an underachieving middle schooler desperate for the lunch bell to ring.
Ethan Grant's eye twitched. A sense of helpless exasperation washed over him.
He recalled their first meeting. Back then, the girl barely dared to breathe too loudly in front of him. Now, look at her, brazenly letting her mind wander.
He casually picked up a file next to him and tossed it directly in front of Shirley Thorne, where it landed with a sharp SMACK.
"Are you even listening?" he asked, displeased.
Shirley Thorne snapped out of it, patting her cheeks. "I am!"
"Go on!"
