At the auction!
After ending his phone call and summoning someone, Ethan Herb sat his ass down no more than a dozen meters away from White Mitchell.
Over to the side, Blake Thomas and his son Chris were fanning him and massaging his legs, clearly trying to curry favor with him.
However, this clearly didn't assuage Ethan's anger. If he didn't see White Mitchell get taken down today, he probably wouldn't let things go.
"Fuck it! Go ahead and swagger around for now. Just wait until my people get here. Let's see if you have the balls to kneel down and kowtow to me!" Ethan Herb cursed, his eyes never leaving White Mitchell as if afraid he would run away.
On the other hand, White Mitchell remained calm, with no intentions whatsoever of leaving.
Seeing this unfold, Sherry Jones was extremely worried and even considered pulling White Mitchell away from the place.
Just then, from outside the auction, a booming voice suddenly echoed.
"Ethan Herb! Where the fuck is Ethan Herb?!"