Book 3 Chapter 37

In the sleek and opulent conference room of Castellan Enterprises, Mr. Castellan, adorned in his signature tailored suit, stood at the head of the polished mahogany table, exuding an aura of authority and confidence. Around him sat a gathering of investors and stakeholders, their faces expectant, their eyes fixed on him.

Mr. Castellan with his practiced eloquence, began his presentation, painting a picture of prosperity and opportunity, extolling the virtues of his company and the potential for lucrative returns on investment. He spoke of growth, innovation, and profitability, his words laced with persuasive charm.

However, his spiel was abruptly interrupted by a voice from the crowd, crisp and incisive. "I heard Ashenwood Corps. pulled back from investing," the foreign investor interjected, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. "This company has been a great contributor to your company, Mr. Castellan. And the reason why we're here is because we thought we could have a connec