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    “I’m really sorry, Ms. Gilbert,” the assistant said quickly, his voice even more deferential now. “That was our mistake. We’d like the chance to make it right. We’re eager to work with you.”


    Ste frowned. The shift was too abrupt, and it set off rm bells in her mind. Marc’s deal with the Horizon Group had been arranged through Nina. How could it have unraveled so suddenly? Had something gone wrong on Nina’s end?


    The assistant, sensing her silence, grew anxious. Mr. Glyn had ordered him to get her on board, and failure wasn’t an option.


    “Ms. Gilbert, how about thise by the office tomorrow. We’ll exin everything. We know you care about thatnd. Your house is on it, isn’t it? Sign with us, and we’ll make sure that house stays untouched.”


    Ste’s fingers curled tighter around the phone. She didn’t trust the Horizon Group’s sudden shift, but for the sake of protecting her home, she decided to go.


    The next day, Ste arrived at Horizon Group, where she was greeted by Mr. Glyn’s assistant—the same one who had called her the previous day.


    “Ms. Gilbert, your proposal to develop a cultural leisure district on that plot ofnd was remarkable,” he said, sliding a document across the desk. “Here’s the contract we’ve drafted for you to review.”


    He continued smoothly, “ording to your n, thend will be restored and maintained by professionals, and your house will remain protected. This coboration offers nothing but advantages for you and Neb Group.”


    Ste opened the folder and read through the contents carefully.


    The first page was a conceptual illustration. Her old, familiar house stood at the center, preserved exactly as the assistant had described—untouched and intact.


    The proposal outlined detailed preservation measures for the property and a clear vision for the district’s positioning. Everything was meticulously organized, even more refined than Neb Group’s own original n. It made her pause. Was this truly a partnership—or just a convenient way to hand over a ready-made n so someone else could profit?


    When she finished reading, the assistant spoke again. “Ms. Gilbert, to show our sincerity, Horizon Group hopes you will serve as the project’s chief cultural advisor, overseeing its execution.”


    Everything was moving so fast it felt surreal.


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    Just days ago, that same house had been used by Marc as a pawn to humiliate her. Now Horizon Group was promising to preserve it without a single brick touched.


    But Ste wasn’t naive. There was more to this than what she was being told.


    Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Who put you up to this?”


    The assistant hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “Ms. Gilbert, I… don’t quite understand what you mean.”


    Ste’s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. “Really? Alright. Since you don’t know, I’ll assume this partnership isn’t genuine. Perhaps you should work with the Walsh Group instead.”


    Her words sent a visible jolt through the assistant.


    “Ms. Gilbert, the terms we’ve offered are the most favorable possible. Neb won’t face any risk at all. There’s no reason for you to refuse.”


    She knew that already. But she also sensed an urgency in his tone—as if someone was pressuring him to get her signature. If she refused, not only would the assistant’s job be in jeopardy, but Mr. Glyn might also anger the person pulling the strings behind all this.


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