The man jolted back, his heart racing as the entire table froze in shock.
"What the hell?" the poor man gasped, scrambling to wipe away the water that had just claimed yet another victim.
Cillian let out a soft sigh before shifting his gaze to the silent, brooding man beside him and remarked, loud enough for the entire table to hear, "Oh dear, it seems drinking water is rather a punishing activity today."
A few quiet chuckles followed. Then, turning to the drenched associate, he offered a charming smile. "You can go ahead and get changed quickly, Mr. Smith. The conference is about to begin."
"Y-Yes, Mr. Pierce," the man stammered before hurrying towards the exit.
Cillian's eyes shifted back to Gavriel once more before he gave a faint shake of his head and turned his attention to the conference stage.
It was the fourth day of the World Business Conference, the final day for companies to present themselves.
