Chapter 168

Upon hearing what Ethan just said and the director standing in front of him with dead eyes.

Davidson's panic-stricken face shifted into a desperate smile, immediately sweat started beading on his forehead as he tried to salvage the situation. His trembling legs carried him toward Williams, his hand extended in greeting, his designer shoes stumbling over each other.

"Sir! I wasn't expecting you today..."

His voice cracked with fear.

"I can explain everything—"

His perfectly maintained corporate mask crumbling with each step.

Williams' hand whipped through the air, the slap echoing off walls like a gunshot. Davidson's head snapped sideways, his perfectly styled hair falling into disarray, and a red handprint blooming on his cheek.

His gold cufflinks caught the light as he stumbled.