My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2770 - 2778: Always Feel Like Nothing Good Will Happen

Previously, Frank Parker had never shown any interest in meeting him whenever he visited the Parker Group.

Since the entertainment firm was considered a minor asset within the vast Parker Group, a direct report to the company president was rarely ever required.

Naturally, David Benington was stunned and bewildered to learn that Frank Parker intended to see him face-to-face for the very first time.

More than anything, a nagging sense of dread and apprehension began to weigh heavily on his mind.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, David turned to the employee who had delivered the message and asked, "Caleb, do you have any idea why Mr. Parker wants to see me?"

"Mr. Parker didn't specify his reasons. You’ll be meeting him shortly, Manager Blackman, so all your questions will be answered then."

Realizing no further information would be forthcoming, David fell into a troubled silence.

His internal anxiety, however, only continued to mount.

Despite being oblivious to the true motives behind this sudden summons, David felt deeply unsettled.

He possessed a sinking suspicion that the upcoming interaction would not be a pleasant one.

In truth, this particular brand of unease had followed him ever since he first joined the Parker Group and began his tenure under Frank's authority.

Back before the Benington family suffered their downfall, he had occasionally encountered Frank.

In those days, Frank was an utterly distant and unapproachable figure.

The status of the Parker family had always remained entirely out of reach for the Beningtons.

After his family’s collapse, when Frank unexpectedly offered him a management position at an entertainment branch under the Parker Group, David could never quite convince himself that it was based solely on his personal achievements.

If it wasn't out of respect for his expertise, what could the real reason possibly be?

David dared not linger on such dangerous thoughts.

He was profoundly satisfied with his current life and refused to entertain the prospect of returning to the days when he possessed nothing at all.

He rode the elevator to the president's private level, walked toward the doorway of Frank's office, and drew a long, steadying breath to compose his nerves before knocking gently.

Standing before the entrance, he spoke with professional deference, "Mr. Parker, it is David Benington."

A cold, sharp voice resonated from within, "Come in."

Even through the heavy wood of the door, the icy atmosphere emanating from the office caused David to tremble, though he managed to gather the resolve to push the door open.

Stepping inside, David caught sight of the man reclining languidly in a black leather chair, an image that caused him to shiver involuntarily.

Frank’s face remained a mask of indifference; his long, slender eyes lifted to meet David’s gaze with a chilling stare.

As their eyes locked, David felt as if he had been singled out by a predatory force, causing a cold shiver to run down his spine.

"Mr. Parker, may I inquire as to why you requested my presence?" David asked, hurriedly casting his gaze downward to avoid further contact with those piercing eyes.

Frank offered no immediate response.

In the heavy silence that followed, David’s discomfort only intensified.

It felt as though every passing second of this quietude was a deliberate form of mental torture.

Just as he reached the limit of his endurance and prepared to speak, the man he feared finally broke the silence: "You have recently signed an individual named Omega Huntley?"

David was left speechless and instinctively looked up.

He had never imagined that Frank would concern himself with such trivial proceedings.

Recruiting a new artist was a matter of negligible importance.

Throughout his time here, Frank had never shown even a modicum of interest in such minor administrative tasks.

But why now? Could it possibly be due to...?

As a specific theory formed in his mind, David couldn't help but recall the various rumors linking Joanna Lawrence to Frank, an association that left him feeling deeply troubled despite his need to remain composed.

He replied with careful respect, "Yes, Mr. Parker. Is there a complication regarding this decision?"

On the leather chair, the man's long, phoenix-like eyes remained half-shuttered, a flick of cold, sharp light glinting from within them.