Ethan Sullivan decided to handle this matter personally.

He dialed Silas Prescott's number.

"Mr. Prescott," Ethan's voice was low.

Silas's raspy voice came through the line. "Mr. Sullivan?"

"I need a list of all the antiques Shane has handled over the years."

A long silence followed.

"Did something happen to Shane?" Silas asked cautiously.

"No," Ethan replied calmly. "I want to retrieve them."

Silas exhaled in relief.

"That'll cost a fortune," he probed. "I don't have that kind of cash."

"I'll cover the expenses."

After a pause, Silas hesitated. "If I give you the list, you won't report me, will you?"

Ethan chuckled. "You're quite cautious."

"In my line of work, I have to be." Silas forced a dry laugh.

"My brother has fallen for a good woman," Ethan stated bluntly. "I want to help him."

Silas seemed thoughtful. "Give me three days to consider it."

After hanging up, Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside, the city lights flickered to life as traffic flowed like a river.

Three days later.

Silas called back. "Meet me in a week. I want three million in cash."

Ethan agreed without hesitation.

The week passed in a blink.

Ethan led a convoy of SUVs toward Prescott Village.

The trunks were loaded with cash.

The small tavern looked particularly desolate under the cover of night.

Silas was already waiting inside.

He had dressed up today, resembling an ordinary businessman.

"Mr. Sullivan!" Silas greeted him warmly.

Ethan gave a slight nod.

His assistant quickly laid a napkin on the chair.

Silas offered a bottle. "Care for a drink?"

"No need." Ethan raised a hand to stop him. "Do you have the list?"

Silas pulled out a leather-bound notebook from his briefcase.

Ethan flipped through the pages.

With each turn, his frown deepened.

"This many?" His voice grew heavy.

Silas took a sip of liquor. "Shane's been tomb-raiding with me since he was thirteen."

Ethan's fingers tightened around the notebook.

Thirteen.

At that age, he had been attending elite schools, while Shane was dodging death underground.

"I didn't know he was a Sullivan," Silas said, watching his expression. "When I found him on that mountain, he was barely breathing."

Ethan closed the notebook.

"I'll give you another million every year," he suddenly offered.

Silas waved his hands. "I'm not after money. I just want Shane to visit me sometimes."

Ethan stood. "The cash is in the car."

Bodyguards began loading armored cases into Silas's vehicle.

"Keep your mouth shut," Ethan warned before leaving.

"Don't worry. I know the rules."

During the drive back, Ethan gazed at the passing scenery.

"Take me to Kyle Grant's place," he instructed the driver.

Right now, all he wanted was to see Shane immediately.