Chapter 91 Wrath Of Passion

• The news broke like wildfire, spreading through the corridors of power with terrifying speed. Ethan sat in the boardroom, his attention barely focused on Gerald's projection of the deprecating stock market. The words were light as a feather, meaningless, as his mind tried to process the information that had just reached his ears. A sharp pain lanced through his chest as if shards of glass had suddenly pierced his heart.
• Without warning, Ethan stood, his chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. The board members turned to him in surprise, Gerald's words trailing off mid-sentence. But Ethan paid them no heed. He strode out of the room, his footsteps loud in the stunned silence he left behind.
• The elevator ride to the parking garage felt interminable. Ethan's fingers drummed against his thigh, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. As soon as the doors opened, he burst out, making a beeline for his car. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the garage, tires squealing on the concrete.