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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."

keeping their underlings in line, and they were supplied exclusively

as to

were offering half a year's trade

at the offer, but

drugs, so the so-called trade rights

concern,

I'd like to spend this month

of the

surge of frustration. He'd bent over

a boiling point where

demeanor brightened instantly,

seat to

with a smile. "After all these years,

is here as well, it would be fitting for you to reveal yourself, sir. Especially since lan has

the cunning fox. If he were to return in disguise,

Timothy was out

all, the Mister had connections with the elders. If Timothy were to speak out of turn, it could spell disaster for

family.

Mister?" Ralap seethed, ready to vent his pent-up

exuding an aura

past tricks, not that I wish to pry into the Mister’s privacy. But if you were lan

fiddled with his revolver by methodically loading each

was lan, then lan wouldn't leave

sharpened as he looked at the Mister, and his

a wildcard, and all I want is

the kind of trouble that kid would bring