Beads of sweat crawled down Paul's temple, tracing a hot, glistening path along the side of his cheek before disappearing beneath his immaculate jawline.
Anxiety churned inside him violently, tangling with an ungodly amount of impatience.
The more it swelled, more beads of sweat surfaced across his skin, rolling down his neck, his forehead, and every exposed patch of flesh like his own fucking body was warning him.
Nina had already taken the spectacle to another level by announcing the final two members of Team A's board committee: Shaurya Arora and Cassian Katrakis.
Now, with every shark in the room and every predator finally in place, he zealously waited for her to unveil the real mastermind behind this entire fucking shitshow.
Looking at every board member belonging to the brand-new business partner–from Taeyang to Mr. Katrakis–it became painfully obvious that whoever sat at the top possessed the mind of a fucking serpent and was not someone to be taken lightly.
