After Kieran took L and left, Cole nced indifferently at the man kneeling on the floor, then turned to speak to Terry.


    "Mr. Jones, thank you for your help with Mrs. Morgan today. I heard Jones Group has been trying to buynd in Winas but hasn''t found the right partner yet.


    "Mr. Morgan mentioned his interest in your project on our way here. If Jones Group is open to coboration, you can meet me at Morgan Group tomorrow at 9:00 am."


    Cole spoke while handing over a business card. Terry was still processing the situation when the card was already in his hand; Morgan Group was offering to cooperate with them.


    Countless prestigiouspanies nationwide would fight for the chance to work with Morgan Group. Many would give their all, but more was needed.


    And here he was, receiving an opportunity to coborate with Morgan Group without having done anything-or rather, just offering minimal help to L despite not knowing the full extent of her rtionship with Kieran.


    It was a major project in Winas and was worth billions.


    He looked incredulously at the business card in his hand and then back at Cole. "This..."


    "Mr. Jones, I have other matters to attend to," Cole said warmly, showing a hint of concern as an elder to a younger person. "I''ll be waiting for you at Morgan Group tomorrow."


    "Mr. Mason, I helped L because I consider her a friend. I had no idea about her rtionship with Mr. Morgan, and I never intended to use this as leverage="


    Before he could finish his sentence, Cole interrupted with a gentle smile, his tone reassuring. "Mr. Jones, I understand what you''re trying to say, but this coboration is more than just thanking you for your generous help. Mr. Morgan also has a great interest in this project."


    Terry pursed his lips, thought momentarily, and then replied solemnly, "Rest assured. Jones Group will not disappoint him."


    Cole nodded, and just then, the police, whom he had called earlier, arrived. The troublemaker was taken away, and since Cole had reported the incident, he was also escorted by the man.


    Terry squeezed the business card in his hand, called his people to ensure Kaden was being cared for in the hospital, and then drove to Nexus Entertainment.


    When he arrived at the building, the receptionist stopped him. "Sorry, Mr. Jones, you can''t go up without an appointment."


    When the receptionist saw him in the past, she would immediately greet him with a smile and let him upstairs. But today, she seemed different. It was clear that Dorian had given some kind of instruction.


    Terry sneered. "Call Dorian now. Tell him if he doesn''t see me, no one at Nexus Entertainment will have a peaceful day."


    The receptionist looked at him like he was crazy, but when she saw how serious he looked, she hesitated and made the call. Then, she said, "Mr. ke said you can go up now."


    Terry gave her a cold look and headed for the elevator, his


    presence carrying an unmistakable air of menace. He opened the office door, and Dorian, reclining in his chair, looked at him with an icy expression as if the whole world owed him money.


    "Don''t you have anything to exin?" Terry stood across from him, his eyes burning with fury.


    Dorian


    reluctantly sat up a little,


    though he lookedpletely


    defeated. In just a few short months,


    he had gone from a confident,


    sessful businessman to a disheveled, hollow man, his spirit broken and his face gaunt


    His cold, calcting gaze met Terry''s. "Didn''t you already figure it out? Why ask me?"


    Terry couldn''t believe it. Dorian, the friend he had known for years from high school till now-was admitting his actions without a shred of guilt.


    It felt like all those years of friendship were worth nothing to Dorian, who seemed to see him as nothing more than a pawn in his own selfish game. He felt as if the years of their bond had been thrown away.


    "Dorian, when did you be so repulsive?"


    "Repulsive?" Dorian suddenly stood up, his gaze venomous. "Terry, do you think everyone is like you? You do whatever you want, make mistakes, and have someone clean up after you.


    "If I had a choice, do you think I''d want to be a rat in the gutter? Do you think you don''t know how much I''ve sacrificed to get here?


    "Anyone can fall into the mud, but not me. Do you know how many people are waiting for me to fail so they can step on me? You have a family backing you, but what do I have?


    "If I didn''t use tactics, I''d probably be dead in some dark corner by now." His voice grew louder, his frustration spilling like years of resentment finally broke free.