Sighing deeply, Gilbert brushed off his clothes as if nothing had happened. His eyes locked onto Logan’s, and with a calm but firm tone, he said, “Uh, the fake card shouldn’t be any of your business. Stick to what concerns you.”Because Gilbert wanted to keep a low profile about his recent breakthrough, he affirmed that the card was fake, hoping it wouldn’t draw further curiosity.Logan blinked, still holding the card, his previous smugness replaced by confusion and frustration. He opened his mouth to respond but found no words, the power dynamic between them suddenly shifting in an instant.His expression darkened, dismissing Gilbert’s previous statement. “Fake, huh?” he whispered, twisting the card in his fingers. “Doesn’t surprise me. You think you can fool us, walking around with this, trying to show off?”Vivienne stepped a little bit closer. “Yeah, Gilbert, you really thought you could use this to impress us? Pathetic. You’ll never be on our level.”Gilbert couldn't do anything

Vivienne's eyes widened in shock, and she inadvertently knocked a decorative object off the desk, a thud echoing through the silence. Logan’s jaw dropped. ''Sorry… come again? I don’t think I understand what you’re saying,'' he stuttered, disbelief in his voice.He could have bet his life, his fortune, and every achievement that Gilbert would never escape the mess he was in. The idea that someone like Mr. Hoffman would swoop in to buy Gilbert’s contract was unimaginable. Yet here it was, unfolding before him like an illusion.Scrambling for words, Logan tried to poison Mr. Hoffman’s view of Gilbert. ''You really don’t want to do that. Gilbert isn’t worth the trouble. He’s just a glorified cleaner, and you have no idea what you’re getting into.''Panic crept in. Logan had always felt safe knowing Gilbert couldn’t break free from the ten-year contract unless he paid the $5 million demanded. But now, with Mr. Hoffman standing there, Logan’s fear spiked. He knew Mr. Hoffman could easily

Charles then said to Gilbert, ''I’ll make sure you get the official contract documents soon. Once you sign them, the project will be locked in, and everything will be set in motion.''Impressed, Gilbert gave a firm nod. ''No problem, Mr. Chase.”Charles glanced up from the table, his tone shifting slightly. “By the way, did you hear that Brandy and Ralph are throwing their wedding party in the next three weeks?”Gilbert’s brows furrowed in surprise as he shook his head. “No, I didn’t hear about that.”“Okay, fine,” Charles said, gulping before continuing, ''I’d like to invite you to the party. Will you come?''Caught off guard, Gilbert’s eyes widened, ''Uh… oh, okay. I’ll attend. But where’s the wedding going to be?''Charles exhaled softly, rubbing his chin in thought. “The venue hasn’t been locked down yet, but I’m guessing they’ll probably rent a hall in one of the most expensive hotels in New York.”He quickly sat back, mulling over Charles’s words. A hotel, huh? The thought stirr

Amid the lively chatter and clinking glasses, frustration remained etched across Ralph's face, making it impossible for him to enjoy a single moment of it. He stormed over to Jeffrey, Fiona’s husband, without hesitation.“This isn’t over,” Ralph muttered through gritted teeth, glancing toward the stage where the bride and groom were trying to salvage the day. ''That manager—Mr. Kevin Smith, right? I’ll make sure he regrets it today.''Jeffrey, holding a glass of whiskey, raised an eyebrow with disinterest. ''You really think it’s worth it? The wedding’s back on track. Just let it go, okay?''“Let it go?” Ralph scoffed, his gaze determined. ''I’ve been humiliated, in public. Do you know what it feels like to have people thinking the head of Manta Oil got played by some lowly hotel clerk?'' His hand balled into a fist. “I’ll bury that man’s career.”The next moment, Jocelyn Astor, who had been standing nearby, joined the conversation, her face tight with anger. ''Jeffrey, I still can’t