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Rebecca showed up at the Guzman family’s home at around 6:30 in the evening.

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As she looked at the spry old man sitting at the head of the table, Rebecca got straight to the point. “Mr. Guzman, why did you ask me to come here?”

If it were just her, she wouldn’t have come. The Guzman family might look calm on the surface, but there was a lot going on beneath. But with Mark and Tom here, she didn’t have to be so cautious.

“It’s nothing really,” Mr. Guzman said. His expression was even more serious than Sebastian’s, but this was as gentle as he could manage. “I just wanted to have a chat with you and share a meal.”

Rebecca didn’t say much.

If this had been back when she first arrived in Honnala, she probably would have just gotten up and left.

But after everything she’d been through, she realized that in these circles, it didn’t matter if people didn’t get along–you could still grab dinner and talk.

A single meal, a single conversation, a single meeting.

Any of those could end up helping or hurting you.

“I know all about your relationship with Ryan,” Mr. Guzman started, breaking the silence. “If you’re comfortable, you can just call me Grandpa.”

Rebecca shook her head gently–she didn’t want things to get awkward. “Calling you Grandpa right away feels a little too close for me. I’d rather stick with Grandpa Ryan if that’s okay.”

Mr. Guzman’s heart relaxed a bit. “Whatever makes you comfortable. That’s fine by me.”

They shared a meal and chatted casually.

The whole evening passed without any awkwardness or drama—just as Mr. Guzman had promised, it really was nothing more than a simple, ordinary family dinner.

It wasn’t until the meal was over and Rebecca was about to leave that Mr. Guzman finally called out to her. “Rebecca.”

Rebecca turned to look at him.

“I heard once you pass your evaluation, you’ll be able to acquire shares in the Quinn family?” Mr. Guzman asked, cutting straight to the point–no beating around the bush like he did with others.

“It’s not about getting them handed over,” Rebecca corrected. “I’ll have to buy them.”

Mr. Guzman was nothing like the man he’d been over twenty years ago. “That was my mistake.”

Rebecca didn’t beat around the bush. “So, what is it you want to ask?”

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massive. Besides your two uncles, there’s a web of other branches,” Mr. Guzman said, studying her face that so closely resembled Ryan’s. “If you’re after those shares, you should know–they’re

cutthroat game

Guzman couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Is a kid like her really

perfectly calm. “Are you trying to persuade me to

worried she’d take it the wrong way. “I just wanted to ask if you

not scared,”

Guzman pressed, “Are

Rebecca: “?”

question anyway?‘ Rebecca

old–fashioned, strict, and set in his ways. Rebecca wondered to herself, ‘Why would a guy like him suddenly take such an interest

conversation forward. “Your dad actually owns a good chunk of Guzman Group shares. If you

Rebecca immediately became alert.

the original price because the contract required it—and

Mr. Guzman really after?‘ Rebecca

just because she

for a relationship that hadn’t even been confirmed by a DNA test–especially for someone like him, who

Mr. Guzman said, seeing her wary look. “You can take your time to think it over, or talk it

something wrong,” Rebecca

eyes clouded with

words. “My dad isn’t a shareholder in

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few polite words, Rebecca left with Tom and Mark. As her silhouette faded beyond the front gate, someone appeared beside Mr. Guzman out of nowhere, a stern voice breaking the quiet. “Why

“Just wanted to see how your grand adventure of chasing after your

Ryan was left speechless.

go. “Honestly, looks to me like you’re

then, would things really have turned out like this?” Ryan retorted calmly. He knew he’d messed up in the past, but Mr. Guzman wasn’t

plans on me,” Mr. Guzman replied bluntly. “And don’t say I didn’t warn you–the annual shareholders‘ meeting is coming up soon, and your uncle won’t

control your own

speak, then just snorted coldly

getting on in years, so there was a big age gap between them. But

said, keeping his voice steady. He hadn’t mentioned anything about it lately–mainly because he still

Guzman pressed his

swallowed back whatever words he’d been

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