Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter

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past as I was racking my brains to think of something to talk about, Mr. Mitchell unexpectedly brought up the topic of the Southcliff Shire on his own.

The project was aimed at building a special park, like the Amethyst Palace in ancient times, but it would have to match with modem aesthetic ideals. It would merge modem technology and the beauty of traditional parks.

The preliminary dratts were already completed, but there were still many details that had yet to be adjusted, so there was only a rough outline. Naturally, I hoped that Mr. Mitchell would join the project and help us to flesh out the details. "The project is currently in the preliminary stage, and it requires design drafts of a certain quality as well as a clear design concept for the project to continue progressing smoothly."

1 had made my intent clear. If we couldn't produce a design draft that won the other party over, this business deal wouldn't go through

Mr. Mitchell was clearly concrmed. He said nothing as he drank his tea. He seemed to be thinking about something, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes

a

old and useless, so there are some things that I can't understand," he said slowly after putting down his cup

the Southcliff Shire project, and he didn't even want to be the

if he was at the helm of the project. Now that I had

a renowned professor, and you have been a guest of honor on many occasions. How could you say that you can't make sense of it?" Liam was frowning slightly, and there was a look of displeasure

now, I felt as if I was on a roller coaster. My heart was practically in my

an old man. What solutions could I possibly

who were academicians didn't care about projects at all. They didn't care about money or

hastily

this project a grand gesture. Southcliff Shire isn't the land of project which is just a capitalist money-malding

we could merge the special traits of traditional Napelian gardens with modern technology, wouldn't it be an excellent way

pretended to look troubled. This immediately caught Mr. Mitchell's attention. Although his teacup was raised, his eyes didn't