Chapter 129: Henpecked Husband
[AWE Headquarters]
Avery didn’t have the courage to open the door to the conference room. Even with the frosted glass separating her from the people inside, she could already feel the gates of the afterlife wide open for her. The man inside, her dear cousin would slice off her head the moment he saw her face.
"Is the door stuck?" her assistant Bella asked with a frown. Her boss had been gripping the handle for so long that she couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong.
"I wish it was," Avery replied, laughing awkwardly to release the tension. But when Bella’s frown deepened, questioning if it was her boss’s head that had lost some screws, Avery returned to her previous expression of silent pleading, ’Save me, Lord.’
"Let’s not keep them waiting," Bella pressed gently, nudging Avery forward. She stepped ahead and opened the door, motioning for her boss to enter. Defeated, Avery gave up on her last hope of survival.
"Call an ambulance, just in case," Avery muttered seriously as she walked inside. Bella furrowed her brows again but shrugged it off, assuming her boss was still hungover from last night’s drinking. But she realized the instant they were in, her eyes catching the Yama sitting right beside Evelyn.
"Hi!" Avery greeted the couple with a forced smile and a wave. Neither Zevian nor Evelyn looked particularly pleased, not even Evelyn, whom Avery silently begged for help with desperate eye signals.
"Where is he?" Zevian’s question made Avery flinch. She avoided eye contact, terrified of being scorched by his fiery gaze. Just hearing his dark, frustrated voice was enough to spike her blood pressure. If Ronan didn’t arrive soon, she was certain she’d die in this room, which felt colder than the Himalayas.
"Mr. Igor will be here soon, sir," Bella answered, equally intimidated by Zevian’s expression. It felt as if they had awakened a sleeping devil, one eager to claim their souls. Luckily, they had Avery as a sacrificial lamb, so their own lives were less at risk.