Phillips was waiting just outside. “Mr. Scott, the directors are here.”
“Right.” Eric gave a sharp nod. “Let’s do this.”
Inside the meeting room, the Scott Group’s executives and directors filled the seats. Eric signaled for the discussion to kick off.
“Let’s get started.”
“Understood.”
Eric’s eyes swept the room, noting the absence of Gifford and Bianca. He had just seen them in the garage—were they skipping the meeting?
Pushing the thought aside, he pressed on with the agenda.
But no sooner had the meeting begun than the door flew open with a dramatic crash.
“Sorry for the grand entrance!” Gifford strode in, his booming laugh echoing, Bianca trailing close behind with a confident smirk.
“Our apologies for the tardiness,” Bianca added smoothly.
They sauntered to the head of the table, where chairs were promptly offered. Gifford hummed with satisfaction as he settled in with Bianca, both exuding an air of self-assured entitlement.
He gave Eric a nod, his tone almost patronizing. “Carry on.”
Eric’s jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. Was Gifford here to contribute or just stir the pot?
Despite his theatrics, Gifford was still a Scott, with a stake in the Scott Group and a token title to match. Ejecting him and Bianca wasn’t an option.
Eric averted his gaze and motioned to his team. “Proceed.”
“Hold it right there for a second,” Gifford interrupted, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned forward, sizing Eric up. “Tell me, how’s your health holding up?”
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Eric’s brow creased, his pulse quickening. What was Gifford playing at?
He kept his voice steady, cool. “I’m perfectly fine, thanks for asking.”
“Are you now?” Gifford arched a brow, unrelenting. “That is not what has been whispered in my ear.”
He cast a dramatic glance around the table, commanding the room’s attention. Then, pointing at Eric, he declared with a flourish, “Some of you may not know, but my dear brother Eric is gravely ill!”
His voice rose, brimming with fervor. “He is teetering on the edge of death itself!”
A ripple of shock coursed through the room.
Eric’s expression darkened. So this was their game? He couldn’t be sure if they had proof to back their claim. But there was no time to dig into it now.
“Phillips!” Eric’s voice cut through the tension.
“Right away!” Phillips responded, gesturing for security to encircle Gifford and Bianca.
“Mr. Scott, Miss Scott! Please refrain from derailing the meeting!”
“Unhand me!” Gifford shrugged off one bodyguard, glaring at Eric. “You think you can toss me out? Ask the directors if they’re on board with that!”
Seizing the moment, he turned to the board with a theatrical flourish. “Don’t you all want the truth?”
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