CHAPTER 9
Author: Geefty
last update2025-04-02 14:51:00

Ethan’s POV

My grandfather rose to his feet, the entire boardroom hushed. His eyes gleamed with rare excitement, his usual stoic demeanor cracking just enough to reveal pride. He cleared his throat, and with a voice that echoed through the grand hall, he announced, “Ethan, you’ve proven yourself beyond any doubt. Your efforts today have not only saved the Sinclair Empire from catastrophe but have solidified your place in this family.”

A murmur of approval swept across the room. Some board members, the ones who had initially doubted me, nodded in newfound respect. Others clapped, acknowledging the victory I had secured for them. Victor, however, remained seated, his jaw set, his fingers tapping against the polished mahogany table in restrained irritation. I didn’t have to look at him to know how much he resented this moment.

Grandfather turned to the rest of the board. “In honor of Ethan’s success, I believe a celebration is in order. A dinner, to recognize his achievements.”

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