Ethan approached the York family with a calm yet firm demeanor, his sharp eyes locking onto the man who had insulted his car.
The York family, still engrossed in their mocking laughter, fell silent as Ethan's voice cut through their chatter like a blade.
"The car belongs to me,"
Ethan said, his tone as steady as the ground beneath them.
"Is there a problem with that?"
At that moment the man who had made the comment straightened his suit, visibly surprised by Ethan's audacity.
"Well,"
he began, his voice faltering slightly, "this establishment is meant for those who reflect the epitome of success. A car like yours... it doesn't exactly fit the ambiance, does it?"
Hearing what he just said Ethan's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He glanced at the sleek, expensive cars lined up beside his own.