Chapter 644
He completely ignored the trembling, pale-faced directors cowering behind him.
His first instinct was to turn around and look at Sienna.
The same eyes that had just been cold and merciless were now filled with nothing but raw anxiety and deep, protective care.
His gaze locked intensely onto her face, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Did they scare you p>
Sienna met his worried eyes with her usual, calm indifference. “No p>
But Jarred didn’t relax for a single second.
His eyes swept carefully over her face, down the line of her neck p>
He inspected her thoroughly from head to toe, desperately verifying that she hadn’t suffered a single scratch or been rattled by the mob.
Only then did his rigid muscles begin to loosen, the icy edge in his eyes finally melting away.
He leaned in slightly, holding her gaze as his tone softened into something entirely uncharacteristic for him. “Wait for me outside p>
Sienna parted her lips, but before she could get a word out p>
Jarred had already turned around, effortlessly pulling the conference room door open.
His hand rested on her shoulder, his touch so gentle it was as if he were holding something fragile, yet his guidance left no room for argument.
He guided her out into the hallway, and the heavy door clicked shut behind her.
The firm click severed her from the chaos inside.
The absolute second the door closed, every ounce of softness in Jarred’s eyes was completely obliterated.
He slowly turned back around to face a room full of terrified, dead-silent board members.
His dark eyes frosted over with a sub-zero hostility, and an overwhelming, suffocating pressure crashed down on the room like a tidal wave.
“The police are investigating the cause of the plane crash, and so are my people. The search teams have already located portions of the wreckage. We’re tracking the signal from the Flight Data Recorder, and we’ll have a preliminary conclusion in forty-eight hours p>
He paused, his voice dangerously soft. “Within these forty-eight hours, if anyone dares to lay a single finger on her again p>
A sharp crack shattered the silence.
The crystal glass on the table shattered under the sheer force of his grip, sending fractured shards raining down onto the floor.
Everyone in the room knew that Jarred held a high-level official. position and always drew a strict line between his professional duties and personal matters.
He never involved himself in the corporation’s internal disputes and rarely meddled in Sterling family politics.
Because of this, quite a few men in the room harbored a quiet resentment toward his sudden interference.
After a brief, agonizing silence, someone coughed.
It was the independent director whose mouth was still bleeding from the beating.
He cleared his throat, lacing his voice with a bravado he clearly didn’t feel.
“Jarred, you might be a Sterling, but you’ve never involved yourself in the company’s business. At the end of the day, you wear a uniform. It isn’t you to meddle in. appropriate for internal corporate affairs, is it? Besides p>
His voice trembled more with every word, but he managed to force the rest of his sentence out.
“We’re only doing this for the good of the Sterling family! Look at all the disasters that have happened since we got tangled up with Sienna! It’s on this family. obvious she’s a curseves! Dont Wake up and open your let yourself get brainwashed by some woman and p>
Smack!
A vicious slap rang out.
Nobody even saw Jarred move.
There was just a sudden gust of wind, followed by a sharp crack that exploded through the conference room.
The loudmouthed shareholder was struck with so much force that he entirely lost his balance.
He stumbled wildly before collapsing hard onto the floor, one side of his face instantly swelling into a bright, angry red.
He sat there completely stunned, his eyes wide with utter terror and disbelief.
The rest of the board held their breath, not daring to make a single sound.
Jarred’s expression remained dangerously blank, betraying no emotion whatsoever.
He smoothly pulled a pocket square from his suit and meticulously wiped a drop of crimson from his fingertips.
His movements were elegant and aristocratic, yet they bled a ruthless hostility that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.
He looked down at the violently trembling man on the floor.
Unhurried and calm, Jarred took a slow, measured step forward.