Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chance to negotiate.

Wife!

Everyone was utterly dumbfounded …

No one was prepared for it. Hence, they found it hard to react.

They couldn't bring themselves to believe it. Not because marriage was an outworldly concept, but because, over the years, no one had ever heard of Aiden Winslow getting involved with anyone.

Many women —from top models to wealthy socialites —had tried to throw themselves at his feet, yet Aiden had never spared them so much as a fleeting glance.

How else could they now bring themselves to believe that he was … suddenly married?

This was too … unbelievable.

No one spoke, but silent glances were exchanged across the room.

After a brief pause, someone mustered the courage to ask.

"President Winslow … did you get married?"

Although only one person had voiced the question, everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for his answer.

Aiden leisurely shifted his gaze towards the speaker and merely grunted.

"Yes, I am happily married."

Cough!

Emyr, who stood beside, merely choked on his breath. He never knew such a casual way of dropping a bombshell existed until today.

If anyone had doubted their ears before, Aiden's words left no oroom of misinterpretation now.

And yet … the shock remained.

The board members gaped at each other, still struggling to process the revelation.

Among them, Mr. Dickens was no different. His face twisted in disbelief as Aiden's words sank in. But unlike the others, his surprise didn't last long. It was soon replaced by sheer, unbridled rage.

"You have grown audacious, young lad," Mr. Dickens spat, his voice laced with indignation. "Not only have you kept all of us in the dark about your marriage, but you dared to threaten me today. Did you forget who I am?"

Aiden watched him, leaning back in his chair, a faint smirk playing at his lips.

"Do I have to know someone to threaten them?" he asked lazily, his tone dripping with amusement.

"You —"

Mr. Dickens saw red.

Standing abruptly, he slammed his hand against the polished mahogany table, letting the force echo throughout the silent boardroom.

"I am David Dickens," he bellowed, his chest heaving. "One of the oldest members of this board! Even your father had to bow to me in respect."

Silence.

Aiden's expression darkened in an instant. His once-playful amusement vanished, replaced by an icy, suffocating aura.

"Unfortunately … I am not him."

Several were already preparing to beg for mercy.

"I assume that with the evidence laid bare, the guilty parties already know what they must do next," Aiden said, his voice slicing through the tension.

His words instantly made everyone turn towards him.

"Still, if you haven't figured it out yet …" Aiden trailed off, glancing at Emyr once more.

Taking the cue, Emyr placed another stack of documents onto the table —this time, directly in front of a select few members.

When they stared down to check, they realized it was nothing but resignation letters. Their faces turned pale; however, before they could react further, they heard Aiden confirm.

"These are your way out."

A suffocating silence engulfed the room.

He let the weight of his words settle before continuing.

"Sign them, and you get to leave with what little dignity you have left. Refuse …" Aiden leaned in, his presence alone pressing down on them like an iron grip, "and I will make sure the only thing you leave with … is regret."

Mr. Dickens's hands clenched into fists. His face turned a shade of red, a mix of humiliation and rage boiling beneath the surface. He had also received the order to resign.

"You —" he started, but Aiden cut him off.

"I am not giving anyone here the chance to negotiate."

His voice was dangerously low, and for the first time, true fear flickered across the faces of those who had once wielded unchecked power.

One of the older board members exhaled shakily. With a resigned expression, he reached for a pen and signed. "...I resign," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.