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.

Sandro and Zane, thought it wise to do so, considering it was Alfonso and Fiona’s idea to

play the victim, but when she caught Ewan’s calm and collected glance, she

mouth shut, though the rising

darting a curious glance at Zane, who shrugged, as if to say the matter had been a secret he wasn’t allowed

is going to

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

a large brown envelope from a laptop bag he

envelope and extracted some

as 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

Alfonso and Fiona Adams, and Mr.

barely said a word since the meeting began, a man with greying hair, in his early sixties, frowned visibly in confusion. Why was his name

the document in front of him with a thud,

Sandro muttered as he placed the documents in front of the Adams, giving those nearby an idea of what

speech and explanation; if a pin dropped, it would surely be

Clark, I’m sure you’re wondering why you are receiving the same letter as Alfonso and Fiona, when you haven’t spoken during

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

He had risked so much to secure his position; how could he