Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1150

The shareholders in the conference room all craned their necks towards the door, their expressions a mixture of surprise and disbelief as Ludwik entered, pushing a wheelchair.

And in that wheelchair...

Bryce's entire demeanor froze as he saw the person seated there.

A wave of incredulous coldness shot up from his feet, racing up his spine.

For a split second, Bryce was at a loss for words.

Phineas Wilson?

Phineas sat in the wheelchair, his face gaunt and sickly, yet his eyes were sharp and piercing, locking onto Bryce with an intensity that could cut like a blade.

Bryce understood all too well what that look meant.

He recalled the night he'd arranged for Phineas to be assassinated.

a small step back, Bryce felt a chill grip

a frosty

unwavering gaze, Phineas fixed Bryce with a cold smile, "You thought I was done for, Bryce? How could you be so certain of

to kill me, you were there too. You saw the

me,

been thrilled when I became

shareholders, dressed up a puppet, thinking you can just

You deluded scoundrel!"

he spoke, his gaze flickered

by Phineas's unexpected appearance,

pointed look Phineas gave her, along with the word 'puppet,' made every shareholder in the room turn their eyes towards

laden with meaning, and the shareholders, seasoned as they were,

was visibly shocked standing up in a burst of emotion, "Mr. Wilson, is that really you? You've woken up! This

did you just say? Bryce was

Evan's gaze was a mix of excitement and

eyes to Bryce, "Mr. Wilson, was Bryce

sweating profusely, his expression one of