'Maybe… maybe the old man misunderstood. Maybe if I explain—'
As the thought crossed Ethan Carter's mind, the corners of his lips began to twitch upward in anticipation.
'Right… There's no way the Wells family would personally come here just for Reid Industries. The olan must have come to support me! After all, I helped them with Fortune skills—how could they not repay that favor?'
However, fate wasted no time in slapping him across the face. Before Ethan could savor his imagined victory, reality struck harder than any blow.
After delivering who-knows-how-many slaps to Trisha, the old man—assisted by Edwin—slowly made his way toward the head of the conference table.
To everyone's shock, he stopped directly in front of Alex Reid. And then… The room collectively held its breath as old man, and the head of the one of the most influential families in the city, gave a slight bow of respect to Alex in which Alex returned a slight bow of respect.
