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I say with a smile looking at her dressed elegantly beautiful. "So who is your friend?" She asks turning to Carter. "Hello ma'am, I'm Carter." He says with a smile, thank God he doesn't say his last name, I silently thank God because my grandma would have immediately know who he is which also brings out that I'm currently working for my dad's business rival. "It's so nice to meet you, ma'am." He adds. "Likewise, I'm Bianca Marino chairwoman of the charity." My grandma says then quickly adds asking him. "So how do you know my granddaughter?"

This news makes Headline of the week as Carter Group, one of America’s biggest Automobile Companies by net worth, folds up. CEO of Carter Group Bethany Carter, driven by resilience, was unwilling to submit to the circumstances that led to the fall of her company and the ruin of her family name. She resolves to get it all back. This determination leads her back to the drawing board where the journey of the Carter family began. She was confident she would find the strength and motivation relevant for her next line of action.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze, I gently pushed him. He seemed to snap out of it, and there was a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "You've become tanner and thinner, but you're more energetic than ever. That's great." I smiled. "You still haven't answered my question." Carter said in a clear tone, "Apart from leaving some assets for my family and a trust fund to ensure they're well provided for, I've moved most of my business here. "I greatly admire Ms. Gardner's and your work. It's a wonderful endeavor benefiting the world, and I'll provide you with substantial financial support."

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”

Then she turned to Carter and asked, "Carter, what happened today? You left all of a sudden." Just the mention of it made Carter's mood sour. His baby with Rhea was gone because of him, and they were now standing on the edge of divorce. "It's nothing," he muttered. Lauren's gaze flickered. "By the way, Carter, a potential partner is coming from Eryham. They run the biggest aesthetic clinic over there. "I actually know them. I was thinking that I could introduce you. If you can land this partnership, Jamison Group would definitely reach a whole new level."

“Are you trying to kill me from anger?! You’re out there causing trouble—how do you expect me to explain this to the Carters?!” “The Carters?” Xavier looked confused. “What does this have to do with the Carters? Celia is from the Ryder family, not the Carters.” “You’ve met Karina before, haven’t you?! She’s the only granddaughter of Old Master Carter—and my chosen daughter-in-law! You’re out here flirting around and you’re not worried about what Miss Carter might think?!” Xavier was so speechless, he didn’t even want to open his mouth. If he could choose his first language right now, it’d definitely be speechless.

I walked in knowing more about most of them than they probably knew about each other. The remaining three were Jeremy's people, loyalists whose positioning I was not here to shift today. Today was about the nine. 'Ms. Crawford.' The woman who spoke was Patricia Hale, seventy-two, independent investor, someone who had been buying into Whitman Corp for fifteen years and whose name appeared on the board minutes with increasing frequency as someone who asked uncomfortable questions. She had a face that had made peace with its own age, which I always found more interesting than a face that was still fighting it. 'I have heard a great deal about you in the past twenty-four hours.'