Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 406

Third-person POV:

Luis's long fingers paused mid-motion, and the handsome lines of his face went instantly cold. "What do you mean she's not at Mistbane Group?"

Aaron lowered his head respectfully. "Mr. Eaton, please rest assured. I've already dispatched additional teams to continue searching for Ms. Wiley."

Luis picked up his phone and immediately dialed Deanna's number.

From the other end came the cold, mechanical beeping tone—no one answered.

The chill in Luis's eyes deepened completely. The pressure rolling off the pure-blood Alpha flooded the room before he could rein it in. Without hesitation, he rose to his feet and strode toward the exit.

Aaron hurried to block him, panic creeping into his voice.

"Mr. Eaton, you can't leave. If you walk out now, this entire summit will spiral out of control."

"Move."

The man's voice was glacial, stripped of any warmth, as if the air itself might freeze solid around him.

Luis's expression darkened, his pupils sharpening into vertical slits. "Since when do you get to tell me what to do?"

Aaron shuddered under that aura and had no choice but to step aside.

Luis cast a cold glance over the meeting room and issued an order. "You stay here and report everything to me in real time."

With that, he turned to leave.

Aaron wanted to cry on the spot—how was he supposed to handle this crowd alone?

These people would tear him apart alive.

Harry watched Luis's retreating back, barely able to contain his excitement.

Go on. Leave.

If you walk out today, you'll never be able to sit in that seat again.

Just then, a message notification chimed. Luis stopped abruptly in his tracks.

He lowered his gaze and opened it.

As he read the message on the screen, the violent surge of his pheromones slowly drew back, like a tide receding.

After a long moment...

Luis turned and walked back with measured, aristocratic steps.

Aaron's face, moments ago full of despair, lit up instantly when he saw Luis return.

Th-this ... Mr. Eaton wasn't leaving?

Harry felt his heart drop when he saw Luis turn back.

What happened? Why wasn't this brat rushing off to find that woman?!

Damn it.

Th-this ... how could that be?

Stephen's face drained of color. "The investment division is under your direct control. You can do as you wish. Say whatever you want."

Luis looked at him with a faint, dangerous smile. His low voice carried an edge. "Mr. Wilson, you're getting old. It's time you went home and enjoyed retirement. Spreading unverified accusations and turning the corporate summit into chaos—does that really reflect well on you?"

Stephen thought of Max's fate earlier.

His heart trembled violently, and he collapsed back into his seat.

Luis's footsteps echoed, heavy and deliberate, as he walked onto the stage.

Samuel immediately retreated to the side when faced with that overwhelming presence.

Standing at the podium, Luis swept the room with a razor-sharp gaze. The corner of his lips curved into a ruthless smile as his voice rang out cool and calm. "If any of you believe you're capable of delivering higher profits for Mooncrown Corporation than I can, step forward. Hmm?"

This time, no one dared speak.

In truth, they all knew it. Luis's ability was exceptional.

In just a few short years, he had pushed Mooncrown Corporation's capital into entirely new tiers.

Their dividends had multiplied several times over—no ordinary leader could have achieved that.

Luis's dark gaze drifted casually across the room.

At last, his eyes settled on Harry.