Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1150

The shareholders in the conference room all craned their necks towards the door, their expressions a mixture of surprise and disbelief as Ludwik entered, pushing a wheelchair.

And in that wheelchair…

Bryce's entire demeanor froze as he saw the person seated there.

A wave of incredulous coldness shot up from his feet, racing up his spine.

For a split second, Bryce was at a loss for words.

Phineas Wilson?

Phineas sat in the wheelchair, his face gaunt and sickly, yet his eyes were sharp and piercing, locking onto Bryce with an intensity that could cut like a blade.

Bryce understood all too well what that look meant.

He recalled the night he'd arranged for Phineas to be assassinated.

Taking a small step back, Bryce felt a chill grip his heart.

Ludwik, his lips curling into a frosty smirk, pushed Phineas forward.

With an unwavering gaze, Phineas fixed Bryce with a cold smile, "You thought I was done for, Bryce? How could you be so certain of my fate?

Ludwik wasn't wrong. The night you sent someone to kill me, you were there too. You saw the bullet hit me, thought I'd forgotten seeing you?

Oh, I remember. You stood over me, even kicked me while I was down.

You must have been thrilled when I became comatose, right?

And now you've bought out my company's shareholders, dressed up a puppet, thinking you can just take over my company?

You deluded scoundrel!"