Chapter 295: Secret Operations VII
Cold sweat broke out on Alvarez’s forehead, and he felt it seep through his shirt as nervous vibrations coursed through his body under the intense scrutiny of the people surrounding him.
It was as if the collective gaze of the world was focused solely on him. His game was up.
He clasped his hands tightly on the table, knuckles pale against the dark surface, while he contemplated his next move, ignoring the pool of shame swelling within him with every passing second under the weight of their disappointed looks.
The detailed report from Ewan lingered in his mind—he knew that only divine intervention could save him now.
"I..." He began, but the words fell flat, failing him like the hope he once had. Everyone in the Nimbus organization was already aware of his illegal operations.
He swallowed painfully, his thoughts drifting to Cecil and Lincoln. They were really in the black cells? The realization struck him hard: he wasn’t far from joining them.
Did they speak the truth? If they did, he didn’t feel the pressure to confess; if not, he must negotiate his way out, using whatever truths he had, no matter who got hurt in the process. He could not leave his family.
What would they do if they discovered his betrayal?
Portia could easily file for divorce! She was as steadfast in her principles as he had once been, a top lawyer in town. There was no way she would defend him if this case went public.
Alvarez shook his head, seeking clarity. His best option seemed to be to work with Athena. Perhaps she would be lenient, or he could—
"Old man, aren’t you going to say something? We don’t have all day..." Ewan’s voice cut through the haze of Alvarez’s thoughts like a knife, his finger tapping rhythmically on the table to emphasize their dwindling time.