Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Shareholders Meeting VI
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.

“Ewan…” Alfonso started, but didn’t know how to finish the sentence. What could he say to move things in his favor?

He subtly pinched Fiona on her thigh. But Fiona was clueless, too. Athena had laid all their cards on the table during the court case, and worse, things hadn’t fared better in this room either.

If Ewan had been listening, he would have heard the call with the rector. No, their only hope of escape from all this bullshit was Morgan.

“Alfonso, you were saying…” Ewan asked after a lengthy silence.

But Alfonso had no words, not even an apology; that would waste his breath, until a thought dropped in his mind. “My wife isn’t here. She is…”

“She already signed off her shares to Athena. And she is already on her way out of the country with Lucas and his daughter, along with the carer,” Ewan interjected sharply, still leveling his cold gaze at Alfonso. “Is there anything else?”

Alfonso shook his head slowly, his spirit sinking. His wife was leaving the country for good without telling him, not even a goodbye? How could she do that? What about the years they had spent together, the love they built? Didn’t that matter enough for her to push it all away?

Absentmindedly, hurt to the very core, he picked up the pen, ignoring Fiona’s surprised look, and signed the papers.

“Athena, he is yours,” Ewan spoke, immediately after Alfonso finished signing, meeting Athena’s gaze alone for the first time since entering the boardroom.

Athena, surprised at Margaret’s actions—first the shares and then her reconciliation with Lucas—was caught off guard yet again, mostly at the intensity burning in Ewan’s eyes.

“Ehmm…” She actually stuttered.

“Sure.” She piped up finally, ignoring the curiosity coming from the shareholders.

What was Athena doing with Alfonso Adams?

“Fiona, what are you waiting for? Sign the papers, or do you think Ethan Patterson will save you?” Ewan asked Fiona next, after diverting his gaze from Athena.

Fiona pressed her lips in anger, partly because she had seen the ice in Ewan’s eyes melt for a brief moment when he looked at Athena, and partly because he had noticed her infatuation with Ethan, who now looked surprised at being mentioned.

Hissing in frustration, she picked up the pen and signed the papers. “Now, what else?” She asked Ewan, when she was done, meeting his gaze head-on, having absolute faith in Morgan’s plans.

There would be no future for her and Ewan.

“Nothing,” Ewan replied. “Except doing as I ought to since you pleaded insanity at one point…”

But there would be no need for that. Fiona wanted to say. Instead, she said, “Insanity?”

She laughed in disbelief. “Good way to treat people who have been with you since your parents’ death.”

Fiona knew she was making empty talk now, but then the other shareholders, who hadn’t been in the council hall, didn’t know that. So, it was best to have them think Ewan was an ungrateful man.