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…"
