Chapter 88 The Betrayal Runs Deep

• Nathaniel leaned back against the dimly lit bar, his fingers absently tracing the rim of his glass. The amber liquid inside barely moved, yet his presence radiated an unsettling calm, the kind that made Ethan’s blood run cold.
• With his hands locked at his sides, Ethan stood opposite him. Like an iron grasp, the weight of treachery slammed on his chest. "For whom are you employed?" His tone was a combination of controlled rage and razor-sharpness.
• Nathaniel laughed, his voice full of laughter. He shook his head and murmured, "Oh, Ethan." Do you still believe that this is only about you? Concerning Whitaker Industries?