When Wyatt Walsh received the call, the long meeting was still in progress.
All of Zermian's top executives were present, sitting ramrod straight and utterly silent. The only sound in the entire conference room was the cold, sharp voice of Preston Keaton.
Wyatt Walsh pushed the door open and hurried past everyone to Preston Keaton's side. He leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
No one knew what had happened. They could only watch as the all-powerful man's brow suddenly furrowed, his expression instantly darkening. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, striking fear into their hearts.
Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound.
The air in the conference room grew heavy, so thick with tension it was hard to breathe. Preston Keaton tapped his fingers lightly on the table. When he raised his dark, icy eyes, they simmered with the fury of an approaching storm.
