Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Something that goes beyond coincidence.

Once someone initiated it, a ripple effect followed.

One by one, the rest followed suit, hastily scribbling their signatures, their resistance crumbling under the weight of the inevitability.

Aiden didn't stay to watch the process. Turning on his heels, he cast Emyr a single look.

"Handle it."

With that, he strode out of the boardroom.

After a while …

Aiden sat in his office, reviewing a stack of documents, his sharp eyes scanning through the figures and contracts with practiced efficiency, when someone interrupted his focus.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," he affirmed, and the next moment, the door was pushed open, and Emyr stepped inside, his expression a mix of satisfaction and tension.

He approached the desk, placing a file in front of Aiden.

"They have all signed their resignations," he reported, his voice professional as always. But then, after a brief pause, he added, "Except … Mr. Dickens."

Aiden slowly raised his gaze at him, smooth but sharp as a blade.

Emyr continued, "He seems to believe he still holds a way out. He refused to sign and left the building."

Aiden leaned back slightly, his fingers idly tapping against the polished wood of his desk. His expression remained unreadable, but the slight narrowing of his eyes sent a chill through the air.

"If he thinks he still has a way out," he mused, his tone dangerously calm, "Then let him seek it … and regret it."

Emyr didn't doubt the inevitable. He knew what consequences awaited the ones who dared challenge his boss.

Aiden shifted his focus, his gaze darkening slightly.

"How is the progress on the other matter I asked you to handle?"

Emyr didn't need the clarification —he knew exactly what task Aiden was referring to.

"We are on it," he replied. "Our men have already started buying shares under various names. We have secured a majority from the minor shareholders. We just need another two percent, and we can make the move easily."

Aiden nodded; his expression was hard to read. "Do it quietly. Don't let anyone know."

Emyr gave a curt nod.

As he waited for further instructions, Aiden glanced at his watch. His brows furrowed as he noticed the time.

"The lunch hasn't arrived yet?" he asked.

And, even though that wasn't the first time Aiden had asked about his meal, Emyr still wasn't used to the change.

The boss he was familiar with had been a relentless workaholic, someone who could go entire days without eating, too engrossed in work to even acknowledge hunger. Yet, lately, since the day they have arrived in New York, his boss had been acting different.

He was acting as if having a meal had suddenly become a ritual … which he had to follow regardless of anything.

It was a positive change. And even though it would take time for him to get used to it, he had no complaints.