“What?” Fred’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he expressed his surprise.

Zuko leaned forward, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. “I said I’ll help you rise to power! But there is one condition you must agree to.”

Fred furrowed his brows slightly, intrigued by Zuko’s proposition.

Despite the age difference, the young man standing before Fred exuded a certain aura that surpassed his own.

Fred was well aware of Zuko’s background as a Hamerton, and since arriving in Southeast Aciatic, he had learned about the intricate connections between the Hamertons and the royal family in the region. Zuko had been bestowed with a noble title from a young age.

As a pragmatic person, Fred realized he had no other viable options but to cooperate with the young Count. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I will follow your lead, Mr. Hamerton!”

“Very well.” Zuko poured coffee into a cup with a relaxed and elegant demeanor. He savored the taste and chuckled softly. “The flavor is quite good as well.

“Now, let’s discuss the trade I mentioned…”

Zuko locked eyes with Fred, acknowledging his capabilities. “You are a capable individual. However, the Grists have been suppressing you due to your status as an illegitimate child, which is undeniably unfair.”

eyes reflecting

but when presented with the right opportunity, he was willing to

Violet facing trouble and the Grist Group in chaos, they have sent you here to diminish your influence. But fear not. I will mobilize the Hamertons’ influence in Jangasas to help you

its mountain, we will employ their own strategy against them.” Zuko smirked. “In the end, there will be only one winner—and that will

and hope surged, leaving him staring at Zuko in a dazed

sure what you mean by using their own strategy

it easy for the Hamertons to acquire a company?” Zuko prompted, indicating a

remain and those deemed unnecessary to depart. This meant

as he spoke. “Mr. Hamerton, I am wholeheartedly

winced, finding Fred’s statement to be overly dramatic. However, Fred firmly believed that his words did justice to the gratitude

small cup of coffee on the table, resembling an ancient warrior taking a blood

couldn’t stop him

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Fred’s tongue as the coffee went down, nearly

to bear

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