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Andrew’s gaze remained fixed on the three people who had just taken their seats in the front row, unable to snap out of his
daze.
He still couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“Eliot, are you sure that was Mark? Sinclair Group’s Mark?” Andrew asked, his tone laced with disbelief.
“What else could it be? And those two people you mentioned earlier… did you even get your facts straight? Honestly, I shouldn’t have brought you along.
“Mark only ever acts that deferential to Kenneth. This is the first time I’ve seen him treat someone else the same way? Eliot replied, his voice filled with regret.
Eliot couldn’t help but feel that bringing Andrew here had been a mistake. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked offending
them.
Andrew, still doubtful, struggled to reconcile the scene before him.
“How could Ophelia. just the owner of a small, struggling company, possibly know someone as important as Mark? he
wondered.
Yet no matter how much he refused to believe it, the facts were staring him in the face.
Meanwhile, Cody, seated comfortably in the front row, felt a surge of pride. He glanced back at Andrew, who was standing there, dumbstruck.
Cody chuckled inwardly at their astonished expressions.
“Hey, I’m so lucky to have such an incredible boss like Ms. Spencer in this lifetime, Cody thought.
“Did you bring everything I asked for?” Ophelia turned her head slightly to ask.
“Got it,” Cody replied quickly, handing over the documents.
With that, Cody felt a wave of confidence. Ophelia had to be fully determined to win.
“Ms. Spencer… Mark hesitated, the formal address sounding awkward to him, but he forced himself to continue. “About the railway station project… are you set on acquiring it?”
“What’s the matter?” Ophelia asked calmly.
Mark’s tone carried a hint of difficulty.
“The Huxley family has shown up. The Huxley family has strong ties to the political circles and seems determined this project as well,” Mark said.
With Kenneth absent today, the Huxley family was unlikely to give Mark any special consideration.
Since Zayn took over, he hadn’t shown the same wariness toward the Sinclair family that Michael had, clearly harboring other plans.
Ophelia pursed her lips but remained silent.
The Huxley family specialized in pharmaceuticals, and their real estate ventures weren’t their primary focus.
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The railway station project was small and hardly worth comp
However, for Ophelia, this project was critical. It was the key to her plans for developing Gloomhaven.
The Gloomhaven had several undeveloped projects this year. The more she could secure now, the greater her leverage would be when it came to the final development of Gloomhaven.
“It’s fine. Let’s wait and see. It’s a three–round evaluation, isn’t it? Ophelia said, unhurriedly
Her expression n maintained the detached composure she always showed to outsiders as if nothing ever fazed her
This demeanor bore an uncanny resemblance to Kenneth’s
While Kenneth’s arrogance was absolute. Ophelia’s indifference felt all–encompassing.
The evaluation soon began.
The Huxley family sat right next to them, accompanied by two highly renowned architects, exuding a professional aura.
Initially, Cody had felt confident in the materials he had prepared
But with Mark and the Huxley family now involved, he couldn’t help but feel unsettled.
What should have been a simple evaluation had turned into something far more significant due to the presence of Mark and the Huxley family.
Unsurprisingly, the Fioeds Group where Andrew worked was eliminated in the first round of evaluations.
The remaining two rounds would involve site visits to the competing companies.
“Eliot, why aren’t we leaving yet? What are we waiting for?” Andrew asked, feeling both curious and deeply embarrassed.
The architectural plan Andrew had been so confident about had been dismissed in the very first round.
He was worried about running into Cody and his team.
“You’d better apologize to Ophelia later and make sure she doesn’t hold a grudge. If possible, try to get her to introduce us to Mark Don’t you have a classmate who knows her?” Eliot said.
Hearing this. Andrew’s face darkened completely
Andrew balked at the idea of apologizing. To him, it was tantamount to admitting he was inferior.
He didn’t want to.
He’d already lost enough face at that company last time.
“Here they come. Go now!” he said, shoving Andrew forward without giving him a chance to resist.
Cody stepped in front of Ophelia, a protective instinct kicking in.
However, the moment he recognized Andrew, Cody immediately guessed his intent.
“Ms. Spencer, I’d like to apologize for earlier. I was out of line. I hope you can forgive me,” Andrew said, his tone taking a complete 180–degree turn. His face flushed crimson as he spoke.
Cody’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Andrew groveling-
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Wasn’t he acting all high and mighty earlier? What happened to that smug attitude?‘ Cody thought, feeling a rush of
satisfaction.
The frustration that had been weighing on Cody’s chest vanished instantly.
He wasn’t the kind of person to kick someone while they were down, otherwise, he would have seized the opportunity thoroughly humiliate Andrew.
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“Let’s go.” Ophelia said curtly, her tone indifferent. She had no intention of wasting time on people like Andrew. There were too many of them to count.
The three of them walked off toward the elevator.
Along the way, several other company representatives approached Mark to exchange pleasantries and try to get on his good side
Once the three stepped into the elevator, the doors hadn’t even fully closed before Eliot’s enraged voice could be heard echoing through the corridor.
“Are you kidding me? That’s how you apologize? And for what? She didn’t even acknowledge you! Didn’t you say your architectural plan was guaranteed to pass? Well? Did it pass?” Eliot’s voice boomed furiously.
“And now you’ve gone and offended Sinclair Group! Andrew, I don’t need you. Pack your things and leave before you drag everyone else down with you!” he added.
As the elevator doors sealed shut and began descending, Cody let out a deep, contented sigh.
He’d never felt this vindicated in his entire life.
“Mark, you can head back first. I need to visit the production team,” Ophelia said, breaking the moment of silence.
“Got it. Should I report this to Mr. Sinclair?” Mark asked.
“No need. I’ll update him myself later. Cody, I looked over your plan earlier. It’s good, but it could be even better. Consider incorporating the suggestions I added. The rest is up to you. Make sure we’re ready for Friday’s evaluation,” Ophelia instructed.
“Understood.” Cody replied, nodding confidently.
He was already imagining how he’d recount today’s events to his team.
“Ms. Spencer, does this mean you don’t plan to let Sinclair Group’s real estate division handle this project?” Mark finally caught on
“Yes, but I might still need Sinclair Group’s assistance, Ophelia said with a calm smile.
Her goal, however, was to ensure her own company played a significant role in the project.
Mark didn’t press further. Kenneth had explicitly told him to follow Ophelia’s instructions without question.
Recently, Mark had noticed Kenneth seemed to be grooming Ophelia for something, perhaps even preparing her to take over completely.
Mark didn’t understand Kenneth’s motives, nor did he care to.
Kenneth’s orders were absolute. His role was simply to comply.
At the entrance of the Sunrise Hotel, the three went their separate ways.
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Ophelia, on her way to visit the production team, dialed Kenneth’s number.
She wanted to update him but was surprised when the call went unanswered.
In the past, she might have waited and tried again later, but something about Kenneth’s behavior that morning had felt off.
She decided to call Rosewood Manor instead. “Lisa, where’s Kenneth?” she asked.
“Mr. Sinclair stepped out. I think he went to Sinclair Group, Ms. Spencer, Lisa replied politely
“What time did he leave?” Ophelia pressed.
Lisa paused to think. “Right after you and Mark left. He didn’t stay long before heading out. Is something the matter, Ms. Spencer?”
“No, it’s fine. Thanks, Ophelia said, hanging up.
Next, she called the Sinclair Group’s secretary’s office. “Has Mr. Sinclair arrived?”
Hearing Ophelia’s voice, the secretary quickly answered truthfully. “No, Mr. Sinclair hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Understood,” Ophelia said, ending the call.
She stared at the time displayed on her phone, her brows knitting together slightly.
