Everyone turned to Terrence, including Kennedy, who had predicted the outcome. Kennedy clenched his fist and snapped, "How is that fair?"
Sonny shot him a puzzled look. "Mr. Sullivan, do you have any objections?"
Since Winston was present, perhaps he could help resolve Kennedy's grievance.
Kennedy looked at Winston with a snort. Oh, he wouldn't dare vocalize his dissatisfaction with Winston around. Even if he protested loudly, Winston would still get his way. How unreasonable!
Winston pursed his lips and folded his arms on his chest. He scrutinized Kennedy with a malicious glint in his eyes.
Terence shot up from his seat and pointed at himself in disbelief. "Did I win the bid?"
"Indeed, Mr. Caldwell. Your philosophy matches ours. We hope to achieve a win-win situation by partnering with you. Let's give our best, shall we?" Sonny replied earnestly.
However, Terrence questioned, "But we—"
"Mr. Caldwell, we just got news that the Caldwell Group has passed all the requirements for
