A smile slithered across Ewan’s lips. A thin smile. A cold, thin smile that sent chills down the spine of everyone who saw it.
The shareholders, apart from Athena and her group, all thought that whatever illness had beset Ewan had made him colder than usual. They weren’t sure what to make of that.
But the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Ewan found it tiring to put on a show for someone who wasn’t worth his time. "And what did he say this illness was?" He asked, raising his left brow, genuinely curious, wanting to know if Alfonso had also broken the council rules.
Mr. Clark wetted his lips and swallowed, the name of the illness now heavy on his tongue.
How could he have believed Alfonso? He wondered for the umpteenth time since Ewan entered the boardroom. Now, the valuable work relationship that had boosted his company’s portfolio was about to be ruined because he knew Ewan would be signing out of his own company too. And if that happened...
"Mr. Clark..."
"Sorry. He mentioned that you had a mental issue, that you were about to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital. He quoted misuse of hard drugs as the reason," Mr. Clark hurriedly spoke, still on his knees, his hands before him in a begging stance.
Ewan wasn’t surprised anymore at whatever Alfonso and his daughter might do next; they had already sunk to the lowest. Too bad he couldn’t let out their atrocious inhumane acts to the media. Too bad the elders were quite strict with their rules. This would have been a good time to bend it.
"Mr. Clark, do I look like a drug abuser?"
Mr. Clark shook his head. "I’m sorry, Ewan. Please consider our long-time working relationship..."
"You should have considered that too, before moving to Alfonso’s side. Consider all our connections cut off. My team will meet with yours with the details. Now sign the papers and get out of here, or else you will lose the rest of your remuneration. Or do you want to take me to court?"
Mr. Clark shook his head frantically to Ewan’s question. That would dig the grave of his company!
Slowly, he rose from the floor, glared at Alfonso—who watched the unfolding events with shock—took the pen, and signed the document. Without a word, he walked out of the room, shoulders slumped.
Immediately the door shut on its hinges, Ewan turned to Alfonso and Fiona. "And what are you two waiting for? Sign the papers and get out of here. I’m sure you have places already arranged for your stay..."
The other shareholders, who hadn’t been at the council case, didn’t understand this wordplay, but they did grasp that the relationship between Ewan and the Adams family was over. Yet...
"Isn’t she your fiancée? I—"
"Madam Ruby, I suggest you mind your business," Ewan clipped out calmly, cutting off the woman who had nominated Athena earlier.
"And no, she’s not my fiancée. The engagement has been off for more than a month now. You can help spread the rumors to the blogs..."
Madam Ruby’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she clamped her mouth shut.
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