Chapter 129 A Decision With Fate

• Ethan strolled into the conference room, the greasy remains of a half-eaten cheeseburger clutched loosely in his hand. He took another lazy bite, letting the cheese stretch and snap, his jaw moving methodically as if he had all the time in the world. The flash of cameras created a blinding strobe, capturing every step he took, but Ethan hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on the long, oval table where the board members and shareholders sat, their stares filled with curiosity, discomfort, and thinly veiled anticipation.
• The room was vast, cavernous even, with ceilings that soared high, making the air feel thin. The walls were lined with portraits and framed milestones—a show off to Wings’ legacy of success, now looming over the room like silent judges. A massive window framed the city skyline, the towering buildings outside a display of the empire Ethan had built—and the precarious line he was walking.
• At the head of the table, Gerald sat smugly, his posture too relaxed for the gravity of the moment. His eyes followed Ethan with a self-satisfied glint, as if he’d already claimed victory. The seat was rightfully Ethan’s, but for now, Gerald occupied it, his confidence as insufferable as the grin curling his lips.