CHAPTER 210

Kendrick leaned back in his plush seat, the weight of the day slowly fading as he reveled in the camaraderie with Methot. The fruit wine glistened in its crystal glass, and the atmosphere of the Top Hills Eatery felt like a cocoon of promise.

As they delved deeper into their partnership, Kendrick’s mind flickered to his manager, Sophia Powell. He needed her expertise for the deal they’d just discussed. “Hey, Methot,” he said, cutting into the flow of their conversation, “I think it’s time we bring Sophia into this. I want her to finalize the contract with the investors while we keep pushing our plans forward.”

Methot nodded, intrigued. “Good idea. She’s sharp and knows how to handle negotiations. Should we get her on the phone now?”

“Let me shoot her a quick message.” Kendrick pulled out his phone, typing rapidly. “Alright, sent. Now, let’s talk about the other thing I’ve been avoiding.” He hesitated, the weight of the words pressing against his throat.

Methot leaned forward, his