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Surrounded by silent criticism, Corrine kept herposure. “I’ve had the contract prepared. If you have no concerns, Mr. Charles, perhaps you’d like to review it.”

She gave a small signal to Jules’ assistant.

With a nod, the assistant stepped forward and handed the contract to Taylor.

Taylor epted it without looking and tossed it onto the table carelessly. His expression remained unreadable, but his cold gray-brown eyes were sharp with disapproval. “We’ve been trying to schedule a meeting with Mr. Ford for a month. Every time, he imed he was too busy. So we made the trip ourselves, only to be brushed off and sent a woman in his ce. Tell me, is that not a sign of…”

“Disrespect? What does he take the Charles family for? Servants, to be ordered around whenever it suits him?” Taylor spat.

The atmosphere in the conference room turned icy in an instant. No one dared to lift their heads. Outwardly, they forced calm expressions, but their hearts were racing in panic.

Stories about the Charles family had circted for years. Rumor had it their fortune was built on arms trafficking in the early days. By the turn of the century, the family head supposedly cleaned up their image, branching into countless legitimate industries.

But few believed that was the full truth. Whispers remained, that behind the polished surface, their operations still thrived in the shadows.

If Taylor took offense, no one doubted he had the means to end their lives without a second thought.

Yet, in stark contrast to the tension gripping the room, Corrine appeared unbothered.

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She lifted her coffee cup casually, letting the rich aroma settle her thoughts before speaking with calm rity. “The Charles family is often seen as the true power behind Ezion—a status thatmands admiration. We have spared no effort in weing you here, and I trust you will recognize our sincerity.”

As she spoke, her eyes drifted deliberately to the contract resting beside Taylor, who nced suspiciously at the contract, then back at Corrine.

This woman was always dangerously smooth with her words.

But curiosity stirred. Reaching over, he opened the contract and paused at the sight of a small note tucked inside. Whatever was written there made his eyes gleam with unmistakable excitement. Without hesitation, he picked up a pen and signed the contract, pressing thepany seal down in final approval.

The project team sat frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. No one had expected Taylor to sign so quickly. It left them momentarily speechless.

Ten minutester, Corrine walked alongside Taylor toward the cafeteria.

Usually alive with chatter, the space had fallen uncharacteristically quiet.

The diners ate in near silence, stealing curious nces at Corrine and Taylor.

Corrine quietly focused on her meal, unfazed by Taylor seated across from her, chatting endlessly like an overly familiar friend.

A few curious diners, unable to resist the temptation of gossip, deliberately passed by with their trays, just enough to catch fragments of what was being said.

“All these years, and your appetite’s still this tiny?” Taylor remarked. “You’re still so slim. Where does all the meat you eat even go? Eat some vegetables for once. You need a bnced diet.”

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