Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 586

Just as the room devolved into chaos and public opinion began to turn, the heavy wooden doors of the conference hall were suddenly thrown open from the outside.

A freezing, suffocating wave of pure dominance swept into the room. Every whisper, argument, and accusation was instantly severed, snapping like a broken violin string.

Then, a deep, icy, and entirely merciless male voice echoed through the massive hall. "Vivienne fainting is a result of her own weak psychological fortitude. It has absolutely nothing to do with Willow."

Everyone instinctively turned toward the entrance, only to realize the man walking in was Silas Thorne.

He stood silhouetted against the light, his posture tall and impossibly regal. Dressed in a sharply tailored, dark bespoke suit, he radiated an untouchable, lethal aura. His gaze was dark and predatory, and the oppressive chill he brought into the room made everyone's chests tighten with dread.

Who was Silas? He was the absolute authority behind Merit Capital, the man standing at the very apex of the pyramid. The moment the crowd recognized him, the room plunged into a terrified silence. No one dared to breathe another word.

Silas's intense gaze cut straight through the crowd, landing flawlessly on Willow, who was still standing composed at her station. From across the room, he didn't need to say a word; she understood exactly what his eyes were telling her. *Don't be afraid. I'm here.*

Truthfully, Willow wasn't afraid. She wore her own armor and was perfectly capable of weathering the storm of criticism alone. She had already formulated a plan to handle the fallout and was confident in her ability to see it through.

But meeting his eyes, her tense nerves instantly softened.

Knowing her greatest support was standing right there, understanding all her quiet strength and unspoken grievances, she couldn't help but feel a deep wave of emotion.

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