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The zieken Lamdy had nothing to do with Enuca anymore.
Meanwhile, an zockectroup, Miguel slammed a stack of documents onto the floor, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at the silent executives before him.
His voice was ter–cold with rage. “Sa? Whear ́s que dan answer? Grandrise Realty was working with us just fine, so why the hell did they suddenly pull out?”
One of the executives hesitated before speaking, his volce unsteady. “We’ve tried reaching out to Mr. Robertson, but… he refuses to communicate with us.
Miguel’s sharp taze snapped to the man like a knite.
Grinting his teeth, he demanded, “So, what you’re telling me is that Mr. Robertson is wallong away from a multi–billion–dollar project just to pay a 50–million- dollar penalty? That’s it? The deal’s just dead?”
The executive broke out in a cold sweat but didn’t dare say another word.
Miguel scanned the useless men standing before him, his chest heaving with anger. His vision darkened for a moment from sheer fnistration
“Get out! All of you, get the hell out!”
The executives scrambled to leave.
Once the offin was empty, Miguel slumped into his chair and flipped through his contacts, dialing Andrew Robertson’s number himself.
The call went unanswered.
Even with his involvement, nothing changed. That could only mean one thing–this deal was completely dead.
But why? Miguel couldn’t wrap his head around it. His temper flared again, and he slammed his phone onto the desk
All day a suffocating tension hung over Zucker Group.
News of the canceled deal spread quickly, sending the company’s stock into a steady decline. With their cash flow on the verge of collapse, problems were surfacing. www.rywhere.
Miguel spent the entire day putting out tires. By the time he finally got home, he was exhausted. But the moment he stepped into his bedroom, he froze. His gaze swept across the bed, now covered in scattered rose petals. His brows furrowed.
Sheila stepped out of the bathroom in a white lace dress. She had spent the entire evening carefully putting herself together her outfit, makeup, and hair–all in hope of creating a beautiful memory for the two of them.
Standing by the bathroom door, her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked at Miguel. “Miguel, today is my
Before she could even finish, Miguel cut hrot Impatiently. “slietla, Fiuexhausted. I don’t have time for all this ceremony. We’ll talk another day.”
He started toward the bathroom but passed after a few steps. “I’in taking a shower Clean up the bed while I’m there. I need to rest. I have an international
Cheyes welled with tram, but alar till nodded obediently. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Okay”
burdentand. He had beentie when he let this morning, so why had he suddenly changed? Was it because of Entical
(The tinie Miguel–came out of the bathroom, Sheila was atrady gone. He didn’t tidak much of it. He collapsed onto the bed and tell into a deep sleep
a Sheila lett täie Zacket Jezusehold, hei phone vibrated with a Whatsapp message hum Joseph Cuisini. “Sheila, are you still awake? Happy birthday.”
A caoment latri, a bank transter popped up sathousand dollais, marked as a voluntary gilt
Tren of Frustration and heartbreak instantly welled in her eyes. She quickly typed back, “Thank you, Joseph
Then, snabär to hold it in any longer, she crouched down on the sidewalk, covering her mouth as she sobbed.
Josepdi hæð berüber senist when she studied abroad, one of the few people in Evenalshe was truly close to outside the Zucker family.
When Miguel had berti takonte the police station, she had begged joseph lur help.
He had one e pansard her, inat after sur tuned ldun–down, they remained reds, and he continued looking out for her
Excen pateplcrementbered her banizlay Han Miguel? He forgot, and worse, treated lues like ale djelat’t matter.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Maila glanced down anul (tupe. Il was Josephi
She hesitated for a moment befute auswering. Her valve, still thick wird
was soli and pitiful, “Hello, Joseph
