Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 427

Aiden sat in the conference room, resuming his role as the King of the Underworld. His demeanor was frosty enough to freeze everyone's soul.

He hadn't spoken a word since entering the room, but his gaze had scanned each of them, sharp and unrelenting, as if already deciding their death sentences.

Seeing him like that, the heads of the different departments were ready to pass out and accept the defeat, but this would only worsen the situation. Hence, they didn't even dare to call for medical help.

"If time is so easy to waste," Aiden's cold voice finally pierced the silence, making everyone jolt in their seats, "then consider your position again."

Emyr quickly stepped forward, understanding the gravity of the situation. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

"Executives," he addressed them, trying to maintain his composure, "President Winslow has other commitments scheduled later today. I request you all to begin your presentations and finish them as soon as possible."

As he said that, all the executives turned to look at him, their eyes filled with silent desperation as if crying for help. But Emyr could do nothing more —he had already done everything within his capability. Now everything depended on their fate.

"Mr. D'Mello, you can go first," Emyr gestured to the corporate planning head, who was sitting on the third chair to Aiden's left.

Even though Mr. D'Mello had expected to be called, his entire body felt weak at that moment, as if all strength had drained from his limbs.

But mustering up his resolve, he forced himself to stand. His peers gave him small nods of encouragement, silently cheering him on. But nothing felt truly helpful.

With his steps that felt like they were dragging through quickened, Mr. D'Mellow made his way forward, connected his presentation to the projector, and took a deep breath, ready to embrace hell.

His speech began, setting the tone and direction for the quarter ahead. He spoke clearly, outlining strategies, goals and performance metrics that needed to be achieved.

But no one was listening.

Everyone's eyes remained fixed on Aiden, desperately trying to read even the smallest reaction from his impassive face.

Aiden's expression didn't flicker —not once. The air remained cold, stiff, and crushing. It was as if nothing had changed despite the excellent delivery.

Mr. D'Mello's voice faltered for a second. And despair crept into the room.

Everyone was ready to resign to brutal fate today. Their hope thinned to a strand …

But just then a phone rang …

Everyone's gazes turned to look towards the device sitting neatly beside Aiden's hand.

The shrill chime coming through it was enough to slice through the ice-cold atmosphere like a warm gust in the dead of winter.

His gaze flicked down, and the moment his eyes read 'Wife' flashing on the screen, his expression shifted, ever so subtly yet evidently. A spark of softness lit his otherwise cold features, but before it could settle, his expression hardened again.

Emyr noted this change very clearly. And it confused him. Glancing at his boss, he softly said, "It's Madam, Sir. If say, should I make a call to inform her that you are busy?"

Aiden raised his gaze at him, glaring at him coldly. Grabbing the phone, he answered it before the call would have died.