Ewan’s appearance in the boardroom brought every activity to a halt—every winding thought, every muttering, and every form of commotion, including Athena, who had been about to reveal a little of Ethan’s role in the Giacotti company.
Looking better than he had just a few days ago while struggling with death, Ewan was a sight to behold.
Although his dark green three-piece suit now sagged at so angles and his skin was a bit pale, his enigmatic presence and the sharpness of his beautiful blue eyes were enough to capture attention as usual.
Athena, for one, was surprised to see him looking so hale and hearty; it seed her dicines had exceeded her expectations. She had told Sandro to give him a week more, and yet here he was, defying her logic.
Oh well... she thought now, watching him stride confidently, closely followed by a stiff-faced Sandro, to the head seat. He is still an ardent fan of poker faces.
"Good morning everyone..." Ewan greeted calmly, eting the gazes of everyone in the room.
When his eyes lingered a little longer on Fiona and Alfonso, the duo squird in their seats, unsure of what to expect from him now that he was no longer under the influence of drugs. Would he expose their atrocities here?
Caught up in their thoughts, they didn’t respond to his greeting, just like the others had done.
Old Mr. Thorne found this amusing.
"I would have apologized for being late, but I wasn’t really late..." Ewan began, his tone thoroughly businesslike, with no gaps that might reveal he had just survived a traumatic experience days prior.
"I have been watching the eting proceedings from my office. My friends, Sandro and Zane, thought it wise to do so, considering it was Alfonso and Fiona’s idea to hold this eting."
Fiona opened her mouth to cry out, as usual, to plead innocence and play the victim, but when she caught Ewan’s calm and collected glance, she suddenly recalled her position with him—her ga mask has been torn away.
Hence, she clamped her mouth shut, though the rising fear within her refused to be silenced.
Athena reclined deeper in her seat, darting a curious glance at Zane, who shrugged, as if to say the matter had been a secret he wasn’t allowed to divulge to her.
This is going to be interesting, she thought.
"Through their help, a sound and video technology was placed in this room. I was able to see who is truly interested in helping this company and who should be outed." Ewan paused, surveying the room, aware of the rising tension in the air.
He looked at Sandro, who imdiately nodded sharply and produced a large brown envelope from a laptop bag he had brought into the room. He handed it over to Ewan.
Ewan elegantly opened the envelope and extracted so docunts.
With each passing second, Alfonso felt as if he was suffocating under the weight of the ominous foreboding threatening to consu him. Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough not to know who and what Ewan was alluding to. He clasped his hands together, anxious to know what information was in those docunts.
"Sandro, please get these docunts to Alfonso and Fiona Adams, and Mr. Clark."
Mr. Clark, who had barely said a word since the eting began, a man with greying hair, in his early sixties, frowned visibly in confusion. Why was his na being ntioned alongside the Adams family?
Before he could voice his thoughts, Sandro dropped the docunt in front of him with a thud, glared, and walked away toward Alfonso and Fiona.
"Good riddance to rubbish," Sandro muttered as he placed the docunts in front of the Adams, giving those nearby an idea of what the docunts could be about.
Thick silence perated the room as they awaited Ewan’s speech and explanation; if a pin dropped, it would surely be heard.
"Mr. Clark, I’m sure you’re wondering why you are receiving the sa letter as Alfonso and Fiona, when you haven’t spoken during this eting..."
Mr. Clark hurriedly nodded, having seen the title on the docunt: "Order to Return Shares to Company."
His heart raced as he struggled to continue reading. He wanted to know why this was happening. He had risked so much to secure his position; how could he possibly lose it just like that?
"Well, soti yesterday, we received a report that Alfonso was sending texts to so of the shareholders here, seeking their votes for today’s eting. In good faith, we reached out to those shareholders, and received an honest recap of how things truly went—except you, Mr. Clark. You claid you hadn’t gotten a ssage from Alfonso here." Ewan finally said, clasping his hands on the table.
Mr. Clark opened his mouth, then shut it again, at a loss for words. How had they discovered the texts?
He looked at Alfonso for answers, but the latter was just as shocked, unable to provide any insight.
How had this leaked? Alfonso wondered, spittle drying in his mouth. He had sent the ssages in text format; could one of the shareholders he t have betrayed him?
It must be that! He thought, subtly examining the faces of those he had t. But everyone wore the sa blank expression, their attention fixed on Ewan.
"So, you inadvertently allied with the Adams to wreck my company. That’s a breach of the agreent, as you well know. You three should sign the docunts, giving your shares back to the company, and leave the boardroom imdiately. Your balances will be sent to you after deductions for breaking fees."
But none of the culprits budged.
"I give you twenty seconds..." Ewan spoke, his voice icy and steely.
Athena raised an eyebrow, wondering if her drugs had made Ewan a bit aggressive.
Mr. Clark quickly picked up the pen to sign but paused, suddenly dropped to his knees, surprising everyone in the room.
"Please, Mr. Ewan, forgive ! Alfonso was quite persuasive; he convinced you wouldn’t survive the illness he explained had beset you!"
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