Chapter 167 Slap On The Wrist

• The past few months had vanished hurriedly for Ethan. Meals were little more than obligations, and the thought of a quiet dinner seemed almost foreign now. His days folded into each other, a relentless march of meetings and deals. To everyone else, it looked like he was pouring himself into reviving Wings, but that was just the cover. In reality, work was the only thing keeping him from facing himself.
• And it worked. Wings was thriving, rising from the ashes almost despite his chaotic grip on the reins. He, however, was unraveling beneath the surface.
• Another night. Another deal. Ethan's handshake lingered a moment longer with Mr. Zoab, his mind already skipping ahead to the next move. The low hum of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses barely registered anymore. He nodded, forced a smile—it was done.