The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 76

Stefan's words landed hard—and Megan, walking toward them, caught every one.

Megan's steps faltered, her expression shifting slightly. As the rotating chair of the Marevia Consortium board, she couldn't ignore the implication in Stefan's words—that her management was somehow lacking.

"Dr. Bryant," Eleanor interjected smoothly, "don't worry. This will be handled to your satisfaction."

Eleanor turned to Megan. "Dr. Bryant, this is Megan, from the Spencer family in Mound City. She's one of the Consortium's five directors and this year's rotating chair."

Stefan's gaze shifted to Megan.

Megan nodded at Stefan, a faint smile playing on her lips. The quiet charm of a mature woman washed over him like aged wine, smooth and intoxicating.

For a moment, Stefan's heart skipped a beat. She was utterly irresistible.

Megan's attention had already moved. She fixed her eyes on Jorge, who was mopping sweat from his forehead with trembling hands.

Her expression cooled instantly—frost settling over features that moments ago had held the hint of a smile. "Jorge." Her voice was ice. "Explain. What happened here?"

Jorge opened his mouth, then shut it. He had no clue what had actually happened. His gaze darted to Britton, a silent threat of violence in his eyes.

Britton shrank back, his face ashen. He couldn't bring himself to speak, let alone admit what he'd done or how he'd behaved—his arrogance, his threats, the way he'd looked at Eliza.

"Jorge." Megan's voice dropped. "Have you forgotten how to answer me?"

Jorge flinched as if struck, his face paling. He seized Britton by the collar and roared, "Tell me what you did, you worthless bastard!"

Britton's face crumpled. Then his gaze snapped to Christy, fierce and hateful. "It's all her fault!" he snarled. "This bitch ruined everything!"

Christy was already shaking, barely standing. Words wouldn't come.

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