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    Everyone weed Benjamin warmly, raising their sses in a toast.


    Eileen took a sip from her ss, then took Gabri from Benjamin’s arms, giving him the opportunity to mingle with the vigers. Benjamin was here on behalf of thepany’s shareholders, so Eileen maintained a professional distance.


    Once Benjamin had introduced himself, a question came from the crowd.


    “Ms. Curtis, Mr. Nash, which one of you will oversee the vige’s reconstruction n?”


    Without hesitation, Benjamin responded, “Ms. Curtis will lead the effort. She originated the n and is the one in charge of the project.”


    The questioner nodded in understanding. “So, Ms. Curtis will stay to oversee the project? If weplete it before the weather turns warm, we could attract a wave of tourists.”


    The implication was clear: they hoped Eileen would expedite the transformation of their humble vige into a thriving resort, bringing profits to themunity sooner rather thanter.


    Everyone turned their gaze to Eileen, filled with anticipation.


    Eileen averted her eyes and quickly nced at the man sitting quietly nearby, his head bowed. The faint outline of a scar on Bryan’s forehead was visible—a reminder of the time he had saved her.


    “I’ll leave with Mr. Nash once he finishes his survey here,” Eileen dered.


    At this, Bryan looked up, but Eileen was addressing the slightly unsettled crowd with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll leave my top assistant here to make sure weplete the project as quickly as possible. Perhaps you could appoint someone from your side to liaise with us and take charge of the project moving forward.”


    “That’s right. We need to execute this project wlessly,” Benjamin added.


    “But we’re just simple folks here in the vige. There’s no one qualified to oversee such a project on our end.”


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    “We’re also at a loss with those design drawings.”


    Several men with sunburned faces looked clearly distressed.


    “Bryan understands design drawings,” Zelda chimed in, nodding toward the man next to her. Pride swelled in her voice. “When Ms. Curtis sent over the designs for the vige rebuild, my dad consulted him. He was brilliant at weighing the advantages and disadvantages. I think he’s the perfect person to represent our vige.”


    As she spoke, she gave Bryan a gentle nudge.


    A chilly aura surrounded Bryan, his eyes betraying no emotion. Despite his inscrutable expression, people could sense his displeasure.


    “Okay,” Eileen replied quickly. “Mr. Nash, please arrange for someone to liaise with Mr. Dawson. Make sure the vigers’ interests are prioritized. Anything thates up, ry it through Mr. Dawson.”


    She repeatedly addressed Bryan formally as “Mr. Dawson,” each mention striking him like a sharp de to the heart. Bryan clenched his fists, struggling to maintain hisposure.


    Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Eileen, carrying Gabri, and Benjamin walked away. He then lifted his head and stared at Eileen’s retreating figure. His eyes narrowed as he became lost in thought.


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