Chapter 45:
“If you want to die, I can help you with that.” Julian raised his hand, ready to slam Derek’s head against the table with brutal force.
“Alright! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Derek yelled, his voice desperate as he could no longer endure the pressure.
“This is your last chance,” Julian warned, his hand suspended in mid-air, his eyes burning with fury.
The other accomplices in the room were paralyzed with fear, frozen in place, unsure of whether to intervene or remain silent.
“Ms. Frost… she’s…” Derek’s voice faltered, but just as he was about to speak, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
“What’s going on here?!” Zoey’s voice rang out from the doorway, followed closely by Ann Maxwell.
Evan turned swiftly, his eyes flashing with anger. Zoey, sensing the shift in power, immediately hid behind Ann Maxwell.
Julian’s fury intensified at the sight of Zoey’s arrival. He pointed at him with a menacing glare. “Drag him out. Beat him until he talks!”
Zoey, now visibly panicked, fled, and several people were sent to chase after him. Ann Maxwell, confused and bewildered, tried to process what was unfolding. Zach quickly stepped in to explain that Olivia was Evan’s wife.
Ann Maxwell’s eyes widened in shock. The revelation left her reeling, her pent-up emotions shifting from anger to confusion.
Zoey was finally caught, but before anything further could be done, a group of local thugs burst into the meeting room. Their leader, with an air of authority, yelled, “Uncle!” demanding Zoey’s immediate release.
In the chaos that followed, Derek was dragged out of the room. Zach looked to Evan, unsure if they should intervene further. Evan, with a cold look, gave him a subtle signal, and Zach promptly issued orders to his team.
Julian, not waiting for any further command, chased after them, his fury still evident in every step he took. The meeting room fell into a tense silence.
Zoey, clutching his side and cursing under his breath, was helped to a chair. He sat with an air of entitlement, clearly rattled by the events unfolding. Evan, however, remained calm and silent. His condescending gaze and occasional smirk seemed to unsettle Zoey more than any words could.
Zoey, clearly on edge, nervously stood and attempted to regain some composure. “Mr. President, please, have a seat. You should sit.”
Evan’s gaze never wavered. “Vice President Zhu, you have quite the reputation,” he said nonchalantly, tapping the table for emphasis. “I think we should change the name of this branch office. From Jones to Zhu!”
Zoey’s legs nearly gave way as the weight of Evan’s words sank in. He knew his position was slipping, and fast.
Evan took a seat, his calm demeanor never faltering. “Where is Ms. Frost? You ordered Derek to take her where?”
Zoey’s face hardened, but he took a deep breath before speaking. “Mr. President, this has nothing to do with me! You can’t just accuse people!”
