From Teardrops To Billions

CHAPTER 309

Gasps filled the room, some people even standing to get a better view. The whispers grew louder, blending into a cacophony of disbelief and perplexity, whatever that means.

Nathan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Alex with a predatory grin. "Well, Alex. I’m still standing. Now, how about you get on your knees and do what’s right?"

Alex’s face turned a shade of red so deep it looked almost painful. His arrogance and anger were now a tangled mess inside him, but humiliation was stronger. He glanced around, feeling the weight of every judgmental stare. His eyes darted to Mr. Hearst, hoping for backup, but the old man said nothing, too paralyzed by his own cowardice.

The hall felt like it was waiting—no, demanding—something from Alex. A reckoning.

With a shaky breath, Alex swallowed what little pride he had left and slowly, painfully, lowered himself to his knees in front of the young bartender, who was still trembling. His voice barely a whisper, he muttered, "I