All Chapters of My Great Fortune System : Chapter 231
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Chapter 230: Their Decision
"Alright. One by one, around the table. State your vote clearly."Tension settled over the room. No one moved for a moment. Then the gray-haired man at the far left leaned forward, his hands folded on the table. As the oldest in the room, he took it as his place to go first. "No," he said. "The risk is too great." A low murmur ran briefly around the table. Then quiet, as the woman beside him spoke. "Yes," she said. "We can't grow by staying afraid of risk." The younger man at the far end did not hesitate. "Yes. Absolutely." That made the count two yes, one no.The older woman who had raised doubts earlier shook her head without much pause. "No. I don't trust Everett's terms." Two and two. The young man beside her leaned forward. His voice was practical, not passionate. "Yes. We need his influence if we want to rise faster." Three yes. Two no. Every eye moved to the mid-thirties woman, the one who had worried about identity. She bit her lip. Her pen tapped once against the tab
Chapter 231: You've Got To Be Kidding Me
And just like that, it was already two days.The night before, Mara had been at her laptop until late, organizing documents and tightening the terms they wanted to bring to the table. Gray had barely any sleep either.He had been expecting a private meeting. Conrad, apparently, had other ideas. The call from Conrad's secretary had come through the day before, the details landing over the phone speaker while both of them listened."It won't be a private meeting, Mr. Gray. Mr. Everett has arranged for a press conference. Media will be present. He wishes for the official partnership announcement to be publicized." He still remembered the way Mara went completely still when she heard that. A press conference. Cameras. Reporters. That was not what he had signed up for. And yet, here he was.On the morning of the event, Gray stood in front of the mirror in his office, buttoning his jacket. He had gone through the hurdle of getting a new suit just for this. Black, fitted, with polished
Chapter 232: Handed To The Wolves
Conrad was already seated at the far end of the room when they entered.He looked completely at ease, his hair stylishly combed back, designer suit fitted perfectly, surrounded by a small circle of staff. When one of them informed him of Gray's arrival, his eyes moved straight to the door. The moment he saw Gray, he smiled. He rose from his chair with the kind of unhurried authority that made the cameras in the room instinctively turn toward him. "Ah, there you are." Conrad's voice carried easily across the hall. He spread his arms lightly, as though welcoming someone he had been expecting for some time. "Our guests of honor have arrived."Gray went still.The cameras instantly shifted toward him. Flashes popped. He could hear the low click-and-whir of lenses adjusting focus. He tried to steady himself, though the attention landed on him with the specific weight of a room full of people who did not know him yet
Chapter 233: Simple Things Grow
Gray blinked.For a split second, the room seemed to quiet specifically around that question. Cameras adjusted focus. A few reporters leaned in. Everyone was waiting to see what his face would do. Inside, he sighed."So they already have a photo somewhere."Gray let out a quiet laugh. Genuine enough to ease the moment without giving anything away. He leaned slightly toward the mic."That," he said, pausing just long enough to let the anticipation build, "isn't something that belongs in a business conference."Laughter scattered across the room. Some reporters smiled. A few nodded, acknowledging the deflection without quite letting go of it.Gray kept his shoulders relaxed and his smile in place. "My personal life is personal," he added. "What I can say is that I'm grateful to be surrounded by people who support me. In business and outside of it. That's what matters."
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Chapter 234: It's Done
Gray flipped the folder open slowly. The crisp sound of paper was the only thing he could hear clearly above the low hum of the room.The contract lay on the first page.He had read it the night before, line by line. He knew what was in it. Still, with this many cameras pointed at the table and this many people watching, seeing it in front of him now felt different.He skimmed carefully anyway.The first section covered the partnership terms. Paragraph upon paragraph on Equity distribution, profit sharing, and responsibilities. Everything matched what he had reviewed. The distribution terms seemed clear and straightforward.Gray turned to the second section. Operational agreements. Everett Holdings would fund and support the construction of the second branch and Gray's management team would retain full control of daily operations, staffing, and store decisions. His authority was preserved in writing.
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Chapter 235: Gossip
The signing was done, but the day had not ended.Conrad had plans for the press that went beyond the contract. His secretary had arranged a lunch at the hotel restaurant, the full space reserved and closed to outside guests for the afternoon. When the group entered, the setup greeted them: round tables with white linens and fresh flower arrangements, a chandelier overhead casting warm, low light across the room, waiters already moving between tables with water and wine.Reporters found their seats and conversations started almost immediately. Some talked about the signing. Others caught up with colleagues they had not seen in a while. Cameras were still present but no longer firing constantly, just the occasional quiet snap between people capturing something for their own use.Gray walked in with Conrad beside him, Mara close behind, and Owen and Conrad's secretary trailing them. A few reporters offered congratulations as they passed.
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Chapter 236: Mr. Popular
The conversations quieted as waiters began moving through the tables. No one had to ask. The service started on its own once everyone was seated.The first course arrived. Wild mushroom soup in a porcelain bowl, still steaming, with a basket of warm bread beside it. Gray picked up his spoon. "Finally."The savory warmth hit the moment it touched his tongue. He had not eaten since the night before and his body registered the food with quiet relief. He wanted to eat faster, but the room did not allow for that. "Mr. Adams," a reporter across the table said, keeping his tone light. "Now that the signing is official, what can the public expect? Will construction begin soon?"Gray set his spoon down, visibly annoyed at the sudden interruption."Yes," he said. "We're moving forward immediately. The groundwork needs to start as early as possible. That way, if problems come up, we have enough runway to deal
Chapter 237: The Old Man's Plans
An hour passed before Gray noticed it.The clinking of cutlery had softened. The main course plates had been cleared, and the sweeter smell of desserts had moved into the room. Plates of chocolate mousse, glazed fruit tarts, and cheesecakes were arranged across the table. Servers moved quietly, refilling glasses and replacing anything empty.Gray had loosened up by then. It had happened gradually, somewhere between the second course and the third, when the reporters stopped pressing business questions and the table shifted into something more like a real conversation. They traded stories from their coverage. Embarrassing incidents on the job. Gossip about figures in the industry who had handled press poorly.Gray found himself laughing at some of it. "I guess I need to be careful around them," he thought. "Reporters are a small bunch. Whatever you do gets around fast."It was a useful thing to learn at lunch rath
Chapter 238: Set to Public
Gray leaned against the door the moment it shut behind him.He exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. The condo was quiet. Lily was still in class, making her own way home the way she had been doing for a few months now. She had assured him she was fine and so far she was. He had stopped worrying about it somewhere around the third week.He dropped his blazer on the couch and loosened his tie before sinking into the cushions with a heavy exhale. His shoulders dropped. His eyes went half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling.It was not the food or the length of the day that had worn him out most. It was the performance of it. The press conference, the lunch, the careful answering. Knowing when to dodge a question, when to give just enough, when to hold composure while someone across the table tried to rattle him.He pulled the stack of contact cards from his jacket pocket and held them up above his face."At least I have something to show for it," he said.Editors, columnists, r
Chapter 239: Strange
"So what do I do now?"Gray lay on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. The condo was quiet. Lily had gone to sleep after dinner, worn out from the games they had played and the movie they had watched when she got home. He had tucked her in, but unlike her, sleep was not finding him. His body was fine. His head was not stopping."Make A Name To The Public."He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. The screen lit up his dark room. At the top of his notifications, his social media app showed a number that made his chest tighten.178 follow requests.He stared at it for a while, then put the phone down.His account was still private. He had not accepted anyone. He did not quite know why he was hesitating. Maybe it was because he was not used to this. Or maybe it was because making his account public felt like a step he was not ready for. Letting people in.Still, he picked the phone back up and tapped into the notifications.People were
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