Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 207: Shareholders Meeting V

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 Giacometti 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 some 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 seemed her medicines 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, meeting the gazes of everyone in the room.

When his eyes lingered a little longer on Fiona and Alfonso, the duo squirmed 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.

My friends, Sandro and Zane, thought it wise to do so, considering it was

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

the rising

a curious glance at Zane, who shrugged, as if

is going to be

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

and produced a large brown envelope from a laptop bag he had brought into

elegantly opened the envelope and extracted

if he was suffocating under the weight of the ominous foreboding threatening to consume 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

please get these documents to Alfonso and Fiona Adams, and Mr. Clark."

greying hair, in his early sixties,

he could voice his thoughts, Sandro dropped the document in front of him with a thud, glared, and walked away toward

he placed the documents in front of the Adams, giving those nearby an idea of

as they awaited Ewan’s speech and explanation; if a pin

the same letter as Alfonso and Fiona, when you haven’t spoken during

Clark hurriedly nodded, having seen the title on the document: "Order

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