Chapter 91: He Is Elite Group
Diane’s POV
The room was silent for a moment, and then something unexpected happened. Someone began to clap—not from around the table, but from a doorway at the far end of the conference room that I hadn’t noticed before.
All heads turned as the clapping grew louder, and a figure emerged from what appeared to be a private observation room. The executives who recognized the newcomer immediately stood, some joining in the applause while others looked as surprised as I felt.
My heart nearly stopped as the figure drew closer, revealing a face I’d only recently begun to know again after decades of absence.
Andrew.
His silver hair was perfectly styled, his suit clearly bespoke. He moved with the confidence of someone completely at home in this environment, continuing his solitary applause as he approached the table.
"Brilliant," he said, his eyes fixed on me with unmistakable pride. "Absolutely brilliant presentation."
The executives who had stood were now greeting him with deferential nods. "Mr. Evans," one of them said, "we weren’t expecting you to join us today."
My mind reeled as the pieces fell into place. The VIP treatment. The last-minute meeting. The executives’ unusual attentiveness.
"Evans?" I echoed faintly.
The mysterious owner of Elite Group. The reclusive billionaire whose true identity was guarded like a state secret. The man wielding influence over one of the most powerful investment firms in the country.