Chapter 237: A witch or a prophetess?
Ethan’s gaze snapped toward Davis, his expression laced with dread, contemplation, and an unspoken fear the unexpected incident ignited in him.
They had meticulously planned for days, had covered so many scoops of expected problems and had also planned for issues like —technical errors, investor delays, prepared countermeasures for on-the-spot investments, even media backlash but not this.
Not a scandal of this magnitude. It had come out of nowhere, a punch in the gut. Not once had they considered the possibility of this sort of scandal erupting minutes after the CEO’s address.
Yet, Davis’s question still hung in the air like a blade over his head, sharp and demanding. Ethan’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
Lying to Davis had never been on the table, he couldn’t lie to him because trust had always been their most valuable currency and at this moment he couldn’t proffer any solution at all.
Ethan sighed. After a deep breath, he gave the only answer he had. "We have no options," he admitted, voice low, pained.
The answer was like a verdict, a sledgehammer deciding the game even before it began.
Davis nodded lightly, his features unreadable. But his heart weighed heavy in his chest. "Was it possible that the very day he had decided to rise from his fall was also the day he would fail spectacularly?" He mused. That didn’t make sense—not to him. He is no longer ready to give up like in the time past. Not anymore.
His thoughts flickered to Jessica—Her determination. Her sacrifices. Her sleepless nights filled with preparation. She had worked tirelessly, ignoring her own health to make this day a success.
He could still hear her worried voice from earlier, even in her groggy state before she succumbed to the drug’s drowsy effect.
"Will this go peacefully?" she had asked, her voice barely a whisper.