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."

for keeping their underlings in line, and they

so as to keep the distribution

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

at the

those drugs, so the so-called

tinged with feigned concern, "I must confess,

am of my son. I'd like to spend this month with Robin quietly in the chapel,

the

bent over backwards,

boiling point where he was about

demeanor brightened instantly,

a seat to sip tea with

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

for you to reveal yourself,

he's quite the cunning fox. If he were

Timothy was out of line with such an impudent

If Timothy were to speak

family.

Mister?" Ralap seethed,

chuckled, 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 bullet; the implied threat

man was lan, then lan

the Mister, and his gaunt

your understanding, sir. lan's a wildcard, and all

kind of trouble that kid would

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