Leonardo's POV
Tony wheeled me into the conference room, several unfamiliar faces trailing behind us.
The moment the shareholders spotted me, they shot to their feet, their voices filled with deference.
"Leonardo!"
"Leonardo!"
"Mr. Nelson, you made it!"
Even a dying lion commands more respect than a living dog. Despite my paralysis and blindness, my mere presence still wielded tremendous authority. These men couldn't shake the instinctive reverence they felt in their bones.
Tony positioned my wheelchair at the room's center, and I could sense Altair's shock radiating across the space. He clearly hadn't anticipated my sudden appearance, and the tension in the air was suffocating.
"Leonardo, what brings you here?" Altair's voice carried a forced cheerfulness.
I kept my dark sunglasses on, concealing my expression. The sharp angles of my jaw and the hard lines of my face projected a bone-chilling intensity that set everyone on edge.
