Chapter 11
Author: Pen thinker
last update2025-01-27 20:11:10

Upon hearing what Mr.Drake just said.

Caleb stood frozen, his face drained of all color. His mind raced as Mr.Drake’s words echoed in his head. Kicked out of the association? Without being told he knew the importance, the implications were catastrophic. The business connections, the influence, the deals—it was all tied to the association. Losing that membership would cripple his family’s business.

“President Drake,” Caleb stammered, stepping forward with desperation in his eyes.

“Please, this
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