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    Around the dining table, some people looked satisfied, while others remained unmoved.


    As Rosie nced across the room, she quickly picked up on Ernst’s clear disinterest in the projects.


    Without saying a word, she exchanged a subtle nce with Maxley, then picked up a final document that had been set aside on the coffee table. She handed it directly to Ernst. “Here, Ernst. Take a look at this,” she said.


    Both Shepard and Ernst leaned closer together to read the contents. The document outlined the general agency details of apany from Plieca that was preparing to do business in Vand.


    Although the profits were impressive, Ernst and Shepard exchanged a silent look before handing the document back to Rosie. They both doubted Rosie’s intentions, believing that her sudden generosity shed with the attitude she had shown them before. It was unlikely she was now acting out of goodwill to help the Harper family make money.


    With a voice thatcked warmth, Shepard responded, “You don’t have to give us the project. Even without it, we won’t stand idly by when you need support in Plieca in the future. You can give these projects to the others.”


    Without another word, Ernst and Shepard got to their feet to leave, and both Brenna and Dalton followed behind them.


    Rosie quickly stepped in, trying to stop them. “Why are you all leaving already? I’m being sincere here. Can’t you at least stay for the meal?” Rosie did everything she could to keep them from going, urging them to eat before leaving.


    Eventually, Shepard agreed to stay.


    In Plomond…


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    Ethan was having dinner with the top executives from a subsidiary of the Mitchell Group. His trip here was to personally oversee a major endeavor involving the auction of a highly valuable plot ofnd in Plomond. The plot was massive and came with an expensive price, which was why the subsidiary had invited him to handle the deal himself.


    By the end of a long afternoon filled withpetitive bidding, the project was finally won. It had taken arge financial ouy, but the expected returns were incredibly promising.


    In celebration, the team from the subsidiary had booked a private dining room in the most expensive restaurant in Plomond. The senior managers approached Ethan one after another, each raising a ss.


    Ethan ended up drinking quite a lot, and by the time the meal concluded, it was already past eleven at night. Since Neville hadn’t consumed any alcohol, he was the one who drove Ethan to the Empire Hotel, which was under the Mitchell Group’s ownership.


    Given how frequently Ethan traveled to Plomond for work, the hotel had designated a presidential suite just for him.


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