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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."

underlings in line, and

so as to

were offering half a year's trade rights,

have jumped at the

the so-called trade rights were less valuable in

began, with a tone tinged with feigned concern, "I must confess, Robin's been feeling under the

how fond I am of my son. I'd like to spend this month with

of the

He'd bent over backwards, and

where he was about to storm out,

brightened instantly,

nodded, and took a seat to sip tea with an

he looked up with a smile. "After all these years, we still

you to reveal

were to

he can’t believe Timothy was

If Timothy were

family.

the Mister?" Ralap seethed, ready

exuding an aura of

that I wish to pry into the Mister’s privacy. But if you were lan

with his revolver by methodically loading each

lan, then lan wouldn't leave this

sharpened as he looked at the Mister, and his gaunt face betrayed a hint

lan's a wildcard, and all I want is

trouble that kid would bring to