Chapter 470:

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If she could secure Charisma Company’s backing, Greenfield might just weather the storm. Her pulse quickened at the thought—everything was falling into place, and soon, she’d have Kellan back in her orbit.

But Carole wasn’t a fool. She knew business favors rarely came without strings attached. Her smile took on a playful edge as she ventured, “So, Kellan, what do you want in return?”

A teasing note crept into her voice. “Perhaps… an offer of marriage?”

Kellan scoffed, his gaze hardening as he finally met her eyes.

“Carole, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

The document snapped shut in his hands as he fixed her with a cutting stare. “I don’t need any repayment. Consider this collaboration repayment—for the debt I owe to my grandmother.” The chill in his voice froze her smile, and Carole’s heart dropped.

she thought bitterly. She knew the history

because of that old debt—a life-saving favor her parents had done for

resentment simmering beneath her composed exterior. She clenched her hands tightly, forcing herself

I meant, Kellan.

matter,” Kellan cut

spare her another glance as he pushed the document back across the desk. “My assistants will handle the details from here.

them. But with a single look, he reminded her just how distant

her voice barely escaping her lips.

skin like a slow burn.

fell silent, a heavy, loaded stillness

up from the stack of documents before him, his fingers absently gripping a sleek black

visible through his office window. The memory of Ferdinand’s words pricked at his mind. “Come on, what’s the harm in giving it a shot? You’re running out of options, aren’t you? Listen to me, just keep Ms. Clarke interested. Make

trash with a flick of his wrist,

too. The conference

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