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In the grand hall of the Inner Island, Ralap and Timothy had taken their seats.

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The families of Inner Island were intertwined in business affairs, yet each harbored a healthy dose of suspicion towards the others.

With the island's limited resources, maintaining stability often meant that someone had to draw the short straw.

None of the four ruling families were saints; all were vying for a larger slice of the pie. The long-standing peace was nothing but a

veneer.

The Porter clan had a rocky relationship with both the Earwood and Brown families due to the past conflicts. Only with the

Bradshaw clan had they managed to maintain a semblance of harmony.

Timothy was the epitof a fence-sitter, always attempting to offend no one. Sometimes he would prefer to take a small loss

rather than burn bridges.

Ralap had thought Timothy would be an easy nut to crack, but the previous night's genteel rejection had proved him wrong.

To pay a second visit was a tough pill for the old man to swallow, but with his adversaries ready to pounce at any moment, he

desperately needed to secure an ally.

"Mr. Bradshaw, if you stand with me, the Porters are willing to give up their pharmaceutical dealings for the next six months."

drugs were crucial for keeping their underlings in line, and they were supplied exclusively by BLACK. The families

BLACK, so as to

were offering half a year's trade rights, which was

past, Timothy would have jumped at the offer,

so the so-called trade rights were less valuable

tinged with feigned concern,

I'd like to spend

the

He'd bent over backwards, and yet Timothy remained

reached a boiling point where he

instantly,

took a seat to sip tea with

looked up with a smile. "After all these years, we still don't know what our benefactor looks

it would be fitting for you to reveal yourself, sir. Especially since

fox. If he were to return in disguise, we'd all be

eyes; he can’t believe Timothy was out of line

were to speak out of turn, it could spell disaster

family.

Ralap

exuding an aura of

just that I've just heard of lan's past tricks, not that I wish to pry into the Mister’s

with his revolver by methodically loading each

man was lan, then

looked at the Mister, and his gaunt face

wildcard, and all I want

trouble that kid would