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    His response was stunned silence, Elena’s words cutting sharply through the air. She had frustrated him before, and this time was no different—she ignited his temper instantly.


    Theo’s jaw tensed as he fought to hold back a harsh retort, his frustration clearly mounting.


    As night fell over the city, the streets of the were carpeted with dried leaves, signaling the deepening autumn.


    Elena arrived home to find Jolie busy relocating the garden flowers into the safety of a greenhouse.


    Curious, Elena asked, “Mom, what’s all this about?”


    Jolie, brushing soil from her hands, turned with a smile. “Ah, you’re back! We’ve been having frequent thunderstorms, and these delicate blooms won’t survive the deluge. So, I’m moving them to the greenhouse where they’ll be safe.”


    Elena nced toward the darkened sky, where the moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and no stars dared to twinkle. The oppressive darkness pressed down, heavy with the threat of an impending storm.


    Turning back to Jolie, Elena asked, “Is Dad still at work?”


    She had forced herself to vomit the wine she’d drunk earlier, leaving her throat parched and raw. The warm water she sipped now offered slight relief.


    Jolie responded swiftly and with certainty. “He’s holed up in the study with Jeffry, deep in conversation.”


    Elena nodded, acknowledging the information, choosing not to press further.


    Inside the study, Alexander’s features were drawn into a severe frown. His tone matched his look as he addressed the matter at hand. “We’ve seen a stall in several projectstely. Could Keith be behind this blockage?”


    “It seems highly probable,” Jeffry replied, his expression darkening, a chilly spark flickering in his gaze. “Graham Martin hasn’t even climbed the ranks yet, and his son is already throwing his weight around like he owns the ce.”


    As a seasoned leader of the Harper Group, Alexander had encountered all kinds of characters: some hungry for wealth, others hungry for influence. His voice carried the weight of experience as he posed the critical question.


    “Can you manage this situation?”


    Without hesitation, Jeffry nodded firmly. “Absolutely.”


    “Good,” Alexander said firmly. “You’ve got two days to sort this out.” Their exchanges were always direct, a trait that ran in the family.


    With Graham’s influence reaching the top,plications were inevitable. This issue, while frustrating, was not insurmountable.


    However, before Jeffry could put his n into motion, fortune took a turn —the Harper Group’s projects suddenly received the green light.


    When Evelyn visited the Harper Group to see Jeffry, he wasted no time. “Have you handled the Keith situation?”


    Evelyn’s smile radiated confidence. “Yes, my father is well-acquainted with an important figure involved.”


    Jeffry’s voice softened, gratitude evident. “Thank you, Evelyn.”


    Though confident he could have managed alone, Jeffry acknowledged how much easier her connections made things.


    Evelyn’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Jeffry, it’s truly my pleasure to help.”


    She believed their rtionship was blossoming, evident in their easy conversations and shared smiles.


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