Chapter 91 : Your Excuses Are Worthless

Ella

The silence that follows is unbearable, stretching out as I look around the factory floor. The familiar hum of machines fills the space, but there is nothing but silence from the people around us.

The workers have stopped moving. Their eyes are glued to us, sensing the tension as it rises. I can feel their unease prickle in the air, the weight of dozens of silent witnesses pressing down on me. But it's nothing compared to the burning fury that's rising in my chest.

My brother stands to my right, his expression impassive but his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He doesn't need to say anything yet—the way he towers over the room is enough. Every executive in front of us knows they've been caught. But instead of backing down, they wear the desperate faces of men trying to salvage whatever thin threads of power they have left.