Aiden sat in the conference room, resuming his role as the King of the Underworld. His demeanor was frosty enough to freeze everyone's soul.
He hadn't spoken a word since entering the room, but his gaze had scanned each of them, sharp and unrelenting, as if already deciding their death sentences.
Seeing him like that, the heads of the different departments were ready to pass out and accept the defeat, but this would only worsen the situation. Hence, they didn't even dare to call for medical help.
"If time is so easy to waste," Aiden's cold voice finally pierced the silence, making everyone jolt in their seats, "then consider your position again."
Emyr quickly stepped forward, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Executives," he addressed them, trying to maintain his composure, "President Winslow has other commitments scheduled later today. I request you all to begin your presentations and finish them as soon as possible."
