Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Shareholders Meeting
Alfonso and Fiona struggled to sit confidently among the shareholders, who were muttering amongst themselves about the director’s seat.

Almost all of these shareholders were clearly ignorant about the happenings in the elders’ council, but it didn’t stop the anxiety intensifying at every turn, in their belly—probably because Zack and Herbert were present.

The duo were regarding them as the scum of the earth, and several sensitive shareholders were beginning to notice.

“Alfonso, it’s obvious that your daughter might take the seat. Isn’t she Ewan’s fiancée? And didn’t she study business administration at university? Surely, she must be good at something apart from being Ewan’s fiancée…”

Alfonso found it difficult to interpret the words of the shareholder closest to him as either support or mockery. What kind of insinuation was this—that Fiona had no skills?

Yet, could he deny there wasn’t a hint of truth in that? For months, that’s all he had complained about, right before Athena began to tear them down.

Turning to glance at his daughter, he noticed she was busy chatting on her phone. Likely with Morgan.

Alfonso gritted his teeth in frustration. If Fiona had shown any interest in business, she could have been managing some of Ewan’s companies or perhaps even secured the position of managing director in this one!

But no, his daughter insisted on depending on a criminal who couldn’t even get the job done when it came to eliminating Athena after several failed attempts!

Tsk! What kind of powerful gang was that if they couldn’t carry out such a simple task? And to think both of them had paid heavily for the gang’s failure just two days ago—they had been starved by Mr Thorne’s men until this morning!

Alfonso darted another glance at Herbert and Zack, who were seated together with another shareholder between them; they were casting curious glances toward his daughter.

“Fiona, drop that phone. You’re garnering unnecessary attention…”

Fiona scowled, looking up only to further scowl when she met the gazes of Zack and Herbert.

Zack quickly averted his gaze, but Herbert remained fixed on her, leaving Fiona with no choice but to look away.

“What is wrong with that man? What’s his deal? It’s not like I did anything to him…” Fiona muttered, switching off her phone.

They had prepared their plans meticulously, and this time, their escape would be successful. There would be no hitches, no complications in getting away from Athena and her backers.

She managed a smile, visualizing her freedom in just a few hours, her simmering anger directed at Athena, whom she had decided was determined to be a constant thorn in her side. Only death of the later will serve to appease her totally now.

“Who else are we waiting for?” Zack asked aloud after a few moments, his discomfort becoming palpable. Ever since the trial in the elders’ council, he’d felt uneasy in his own skin.

“Just Old Mr. Thorne and possibly the Doctor. They each hold a reasonable amount of shares in the company,” A shareholder replied, rifling through some files before her.

“Do you think the good doctor will come? After the accident… I think she should be resting…” Another chimed in.

She should, Fiona answered in her mind. Even though Morgan’s plan to eliminate Athena had failed, at least it should keep her away from today’s meeting. Wasn’t that the chief aim of trying to kill her?

Athena was a detrimental addition to any arrangement; her presence spoiled everything!

Unfortunately for Fiona, just then the door to the boardroom creaked open, and Athena stepped inside, flanked by Old Mr. Thorne, his wife, Zane, and Aiden.

“I apologize on behalf of all of us for our lateness…” Athena announced as she entered, immediately bringing smiles to the shareholders’ faces, who had been eager for her presence unknowingly.

She shot a discreet glance at Ethan, who gave her a curt nod. No one else seemed to notice, not with her being the center of attention.

“That is not a problem, Doctor Athena. We actually didn’t expect to see you, given the recent turn of events. You are absolutely welcome,” One of the shareholders offered, welcoming Old Mr. Thorne as well.

“Thank you very much,” Athena responded with a warm smile. “And I hope you’ll all pardon the presence of my friend here. I have to go everywhere with a bodyguard now.”

“Quite understandable, Doctor Athena. Please, take a seat,” Ethan said, maintaining the calm façade that was his trademark in business circles.

Athena nodded in appreciation and walked with her group to an empty row of seats.

Once they were settled, a heavy silence enveloped the room as the shareholders exchanged glances, almost as if they had forgotten the purpose of their gathering.

The absence of Sandro—Ewan’s right-hand man and assistant, perfect for conducting the meeting—was profoundly felt. Old Mr. Thorne had to break the silence for the sake of expediency.

“Good morning, everyone…” He began, pausing to let the echoes of greetings fade. “We know why we’re here: to elect or select an acting director while Ewan is currently unavailable. So, let’s get down to it. Who do we think should take the position?”

A blanket of silence fell over the group as they all regarded one another.

Athena sighed. “I think Sandro would be the best fit. He has been with Ewan the longest and knows the ins and outs of this business. He should take the reins until Ewan is out of the woods. I believe that’s the best course of action at this point. Most of us have businesses to run, and we wouldn’t really have the time to properly vet another candidate. So let’s all do the right thing and choose Sandro.”

“Seconded,” Herbert spoke up, raising his hand. Ethan followed suit.

“Doctor Athena is right. That is indeed the best course of action. He is the assistant to Ewan Giacometti, after all…”

nods of agreement rippled through most of the shareholders.

But then Zack croaked out, “He… is…”

He cleared his throat, struggling to regain his confidence. “Sandro isn’t around. What do we do then?”

“Simple…” Alfonso interrupted, his voice steady. “We choose another person.”