160Darwin nodded, his stance resolute. "Before I go, let me say one last thing," he said, his voice cutting through the lingering laughter. The room quieted, curiosity tempering the scorn."I know you find it hard to believe that someone like me could secure such a deal," Darwin continued, meeting
161The next day, the Roberts mansion was buzzing with activity, the family immersed in preparations for a grand celebration. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation as they congratulated themselves on the supposed secured contract with Weston Manufacturing Corp. Arthur was on t
162As Darwin's car pulled up to the imposing facade of the Roberts mansion, the late evening shadows cast long, somber lines across the brickwork. The air was crisp, echoing the tension tightening in his chest. He killed the engine and sat for a moment, gathering his resolve. His hands gripped the
163Arthur laughed, the sound harsh and grating. “This I have to see.”Mrs. Roberts eyed Darwin suspiciously, her arms crossed over her chest. “And why are you so eager to help, huh? What’s in it for you?”Darwin’s gaze shifted back to Lana, his resolve clear. “I owe it to a friend. Simple as that.”
164Darwin squinted against the brightness, his mind racing for a plausible excuse. “I, uh, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere,” he attempted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through him. He could see the man’s outline now—broad shoulders, a stance that spoke of authority, like
165The boss's eyes hardened at Darwin's response. "You find this amusing, boy?""Not at all," Darwin replied calmly. "Merely an observation. However, I'm afraid 30 million is a non-starter. Might I make a counteroffer?"A dangerous gleam entered the boss's eyes. He nodded for Darwin to continue, th
166"Lay a finger on me," Darwin said slowly, his voice carrying through the room, each word laced with deliberate calm, "and it'll end badly for you. Not a threat, just a fact."The boss, intrigued despite himself, leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished surface of his desk. His fingers
167Gasps and murmurs rose from the gathered men. The guards shifted nervously, exchanging apprehensive looks. They had never seen their boss treated this way."You overstepped," Maelstrom said coldly. "This man is under my protection. Touch him again, and it will be the last thing you ever do."The