Chapter 295: Secret Operations VII

Cold sweat broke out on Alvarez’s forehead, and he felt it seep through his shirt as nervous vibrations coursed through his body under the intense scrutiny of the people surrounding him.

It was as if the collective gaze of the world was focused solely on him. His game was up.

He clasped his hands tightly on the table, knuckles pale against the dark surface, while he contemplated his next move, ignoring the pool of shame swelling within him with every passing second under the weight of their disappointed looks.

The detailed report from Ewan lingered in his mind—he knew that only divine intervention could save him now.

"I..." He began, but the words fell flat, failing him like the hope he once had. Everyone in the Nimbus organization was already aware of his illegal operations.

He swallowed painfully, his thoughts drifting to Cecil and Lincoln. They were really in the black cells? The realization struck him hard: he wasn’t far from joining them.

Did they speak the truth? If they did, he didn’t feel the pressure to confess; if not, he must negotiate his way out, using whatever truths he had, no matter who got hurt in the process. He could not leave his family.

What would they do if they discovered his betrayal?

Portia could easily file for divorce! She was as steadfast in her principles as he had once been, a top lawyer in town. There was no way she would defend him if this case went public.

Alvarez shook his head, seeking clarity. His best option seemed to be to work with Athena. Perhaps she would be lenient, or he could—

"Old man, aren’t you going to say something? We don’t have all day..." Ewan’s voice cut through the haze of Alvarez’s thoughts like a knife, his finger tapping rhythmically on the table to emphasize their dwindling time.

desperately trying to align his focus with their

brusquely, leaning forward, his anger evident in the clench of his

wondered, yet again, how their dirty laundry had been aired to the

Ewan, who was the spark behind his turmoil now. How could this businessman

to some secret organization

Giacometti. The man was a stray bullet, a variable he had

tapping on the table brought Alvarez

know. But I’m

next," Athena pointed out dismissively, raising an eyebrow at the flash of irritation that crossed

acceptable. By the time he spent three days in the darkness of

to make a bargain for my freedom. I’ll

were drowned out by the boisterous laughter of those around him, including

urge to dismiss those disrespectful agents, but powerless frustration held

chuckling in disbelief. "You’re one of the few who’ve worked with me the longest. Do you honestly think that suggestion

Alvarez answered in his mind, knowing Athena wouldn’t entertain it either. The two

his

tightly. They truly intended to treat him like a criminal. Years of

will shove a dirty sock into your mouth, Alvarez, the next time you’re

man’s frigid expression stopped him. Ewan was as cold as Aiden, if not

he ended up here, sharing space with Athena again? Weren’t

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