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    Atticus smiled, saying, "Indeed, I won''t engage in a battle without preparing for it. Of course, I can''t be shameless either because it would be too greedy. I wouldn''t have a favorable oue if I made a move on Bourdamun without assurance."


    "It looks like you''re the crafty one," I said straightforwardly, "So, you traded a stagnant pond for a vast ocean? You''re winning with a clear conscience."


    I had to admit I felt a little ufortable. Atticus was extremely cunning.


    He chuckled somewhat embarrassedly, "It''s like that for me, but As also obtained a boundless opportunity. Do you think he''s easy to shake? Perhaps he wouldn''t have let go if he hadn''t had you back then. I admit it was an unsportsmanlike victory."


    It was apparent Atticus was sincere and seemed to hold As in high regard. "Muborough is reaching saturation while Bourdamun has excellent potential. You''ve also acquired a piece of valuablend. How could As lose?


    "That way, we can dominate our specific territories or merge with more opportunities for coboration. Isn''t that great?"


    "How so?"


    Atticus exined matter-of-factly, "Think about it. You can focus on branding, and I''ll lead in construction. There''s no conflict there. We can join forces if I take on future high-standard projects. If youck strength, I can make up for it. Weplement each other perfectly, I think."


    I immediately responded, "Calling you a sly fox is fitting."


    Atticus smiled. "Business is business, right? It''s mutually beneficial, and we''re a formidable alliance." He sipped his tea and leaned into the sofa. "On the contrary, we''re friends in private. I considered you one since you approached me during that material incident.


    "Honestly, I have immense respect for As, especially because he''s young, talented, and highly ambitious. Although we have yet to coborate, I believe it won''t be long before we do."


    "Are you that confident?" I teased. In my mind, As wouldn''t focus much on real estate development but would undoubtedly be my behind-the-scenes supporter.


    The chances of Atticus and As cooperating were slim unless the former wanted to venture into other industries.


    "There will be opportunities," Atticus asserted, "Cooperation isn''t limited to business."


    His statement gave me a new impression of him. It seemed my spections had some merit, but I didn''t pry.N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    As the dishes arrived, I excused myself and went to the restroom. When I reached the corridor, I brushed shoulders with a man in a cap. I hadn''t seen his face, but I felt something strange about him when he passed me.


    I couldn''t help but turn back to take another look. However, the man strode away as if nothing had happened. However, I felt a sense of familiarity with him. I raised a brow, thinking it was unlikely to encounter someone I knew here.


    When I returned to the private room, Atticus pointed at my bag and said, "You have a call."


    I removed my phone from the bag and nced at the screen. When I saw it was Johnson who called, I returned his call. When the call connected, he urgently said, "Chlo, where are you? Let''s meet!"


    "When?" I asked, sensing he had something important to discuss.


    "The sooner, the better! Tell me where you are, and I''lle over," Johnson responded.


    "I''m in Rivendell and won''t be able to return until evening. It might be prettyte when I get home, too. Is it urgent? We can talk on the phone." I was worried it might be something crucial.


    Johnson heard that I was in Rivendell and said, "Oh, it''s nothing too important. Adrian secured a meeting with Matthew. We''re going to see him tomorrow. I just wanted to know if you were busy. The trial is approaching, and I heard Liora is up to no good again."