“So do you, brother,” Trent replied.


    News of the race had already begun to spread when Hannah was taking a break in her room.


    Suddenly, there was a soft knock at her door.


    She nced at the entrance, inquiring, “Who is it?”


    “It’s me, Hannah,” Edwin’s voice called out.


    Recognizing the voice, Hannah’s gaze returned to her phone as she replied, “Come in.


    ”Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Edwin entered the room after entering the passcode, bursting with excitement.


    “I’ve got some reliable intel.


    Tomorrow, they’re changing the rules for the bidding! They’re saying that whoever clinches first ce in the horse race gets the chance to coborate with thepany, no matter what their bidding amount is!”


    Hannah couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with the Compton family.


    She had no idea how they could make such a reckless decision when such a big project was at stake.


    Noticing that Hannah seemed perturbed, Edwin gazed at her curiously and inquired, “Hannah, is something bothering you? Do you think there’s something suspicious with the changes? Is it because of what happened yesterday?” Edwin blinked owlishly and asked, “Is there really something wrong with the White Group?”


    Hannah lifted her hand and affectionately ruffled Edwin’s hair.


    “It’s not about thepany.


    Don’t fret too much.


    ”


    She had just managed to putst night’s events out of her mind when Edwin brought it all back.


    She closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.


    “You should go out and gather more information about this, see if there’s anything else we should know.


    ”


    “Okay.


    ” Edwin nodded eagerly.


    “I’ll go check it out.


    ”


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    Hannah spent the entire afternoon in her room, but outside, events were unfolding.


    Brayden gracefully intercepted Valery and extended a discreet ‘invitation’ to the golf course.


    Seated on the bench outside the lush, verdant expanse of the golf course, Bryson observed as two figures ushered Valery towards him.


    Her protests were fervent, her disbelief palpable.


    Valery couldn’t believe that Bryson dared to do something so reckless.


    “I’m going to call the police,” Valery eximed.


    “I’ll sue you for intentional injury! Let go of me!”


    With a golf club casually slung over his shoulder, Brayden regarded the restrained Valery with an almost cavalier expression.


    “Feel free to call the police,” he replied, his toneced with enigma.