Chapter 178

• ETHAN
• Rowen’s smirk was still etched on his smug face, and he leaned back like a goddamn emperor on a golden throne. His hands were clasped in front of him, elbows propped on the armrests, completely relaxed as if the entire boardroom and every soul in it were dancing to his tune. And maybe they were.
• No one in that room dared challenge him. Not a word, not a glance out of place. The power he wielded was palpable, like a thick, choking perfume that hung in the air. It made my skin crawl.