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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

business with BLACK, so as

year's trade rights, which was a significant

jumped at the offer, but now he had

of concocting those drugs, so the

a tone tinged with feigned concern, "I must confess,

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

of the Bradshaw

of frustration. He'd bent over backwards,

a boiling point where he was about to storm out, BLACK

instantly, "Sir, you've

a seat to sip tea with an air

all these years, we still don't know what our benefactor

as well, it would be fitting for you to reveal

he's quite the cunning fox. If he were to return in

Timothy

connections with the elders. If Timothy were to speak out

family.

Ralap

an

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

loading each bullet;

man was lan, then lan wouldn't

Mister, and his gaunt

a wildcard, and all I want is to preserve the peace of

trouble that kid would bring