Ewan couldn’t believe his ears.


    “50 thousand dors?” he blurted out, stunned. “Mr. Tilton, I run such argepany, and you’re only


    offering me fifty thousand dors?”


    Larry shrugged indifferently. “Not Interested? Sult yourself.” With that, Larry abruptly ended the call,


    leaving Ewan feeling utterly confused.


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    Ewan had spent the whole day reaching out to all the influential families he knew. But none of them


    was willing to give him the time of day.


    It was the first time Ewan had felt the gut–wrenching feeling of hitting rock bottom. The satisfaction he


    had felt when he ousted Margaret was now reced with deep difort.


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