The manager, undeterred by Bry’s distraction, continued to share the history of the racecourse, hoping Hera would find it interesting. "You see, both thete Master and Madam Avery had a passion for ck Ivory Coffee and horse riding. Over time, they passed their love for these activities to their daughter, making it a cherished family tradition. Their enjoyment of both pursuits attracted many clients and businessmen, leading to the establishment bing a renowned hub for coffee lovers as well."


    Hera smiled weakly, she remembered this part, but it was also because of this that she wasn’t a fan of coffee, it easily reminded her how her parents loved to drink it, that’s why she started avoiding it, but luckily she retained her love for riding horses.


    "Many of thete master’s friends enjoyed joining them for their coffee and horseback riding, and they were drawn to the ck Ivory Coffee served here. These friends often visited specifically to savor the coffee, and the clients and businessmen who awaited their turn in the lobby also had the opportunity to taste the variety of exclusive coffee beans in thete masters’ collection."


    "And eventually, it became customary for the masters to send guests home with coffee beans. As demand grew, they invested in their own ntation, turning their racecourse into a coffee hub and a gathering spot. The Old Master Avery honored histe son’s legacy by continuing this tradition, expanding the racecourse into an exclusive venue while also weing new guests."


    The manager recounted the history with a nostalgic smile, sharing every detail of how the racecourse evolved into a coffee hub and his own role in it. As he finished, Bry, clearly awed, stood up and eximed, "Is this what it feels like to be fucking rich?!" His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at the manager and Hera, eagerly awaiting their response.


    Instead of answering, Hera burst intoughter, momentarily forgetting her sadness and enjoying Bry’s innocent and humorous reaction. His father, however, was less amused by Bry’s use of profanity in front of others. With a disapproving frown, he yanked Bry’s ear and pinched it sharply. "D-Dad! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!" Bry cried out, wincing in pain.


    Seeing the lighthearted exchange, everyone joined in theughter. As the mood lightened, Gael, though looking somewhat awkward and apprehensive, took a deep breath and joined the conversation. "Manager, I actually came here to discuss the exclusive distribution of your coffee beans. I understand there may be a bidding process, but I’d like to take a chance and present my prepared offer and n. If you could give me the opportunity, I’d greatly appreciate it."


    Gael appeared desperate, almost as if his life depended on securing the distribution rights. He practically begged the manager, but the manager remainedposed, meeting Gael’s pleading gaze with a steady, unwavering look. "Tell me," the manager said calmly, "why should I grant you that opportunity?"


    "I understand that business shouldn’t be mixed with personal matters, but this means everything to me. If I fail to secure this order and my brothers win it instead, I’ll be seen as worthless in my family’s eyes. They’ve already threatened to cut off my mom’s medical payments if I don’t seed. I admit, I was rebellious at first, trying to prove a point, but it turned into a habit to hide my pain. My family treated me and my mother like doormats until she was diagnosed with leukemia and needed treatment. That’s when I finally woke up to my own stupidity."


    "And this is the only way I can see for my mom and me to survive," Gael said, keeping his voice steady despite the weight of his words. He knew that bringing emotions into a business deal could be risky, and thest thing he wanted was to appear vulnerable in front of a potential partner. He fought hard to maintain hisposure, aware that many in the business world frowned upon letting emotions dictate decisions.