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I almost laugh because she is really easy to read. "But I cannot give you any because I don't really know anything about that person. I'm just a simple businessman." I can't disclose something like that to you nor anybody. My loyalty stands only for her. "B-businessman?" What? She's taking that? Wow, she's dumber than I thought. Who would believe something like that at first without even a support of evidence? "Yeah, actually I'm going home now to rest because I just met a client." I'm wasting my time here.

“That’s the only way you can get in. I can use my name to get us all in and then, you can do the rest, Jake.” Rachel said.“To me, it’s a smart idea.” Storm said. I smiled, glancing at Rachel.“Yes, it is. But... can you be trusted, Rachel?. I don’t like funny games and smart moves. Either you are in or, you are out, You decide.”She smiled. “And I don’t like being untrusted. Didn’t I agree to work for you, Jake?...” she leaned in, her eyes on my lips, “... you are the boss and I am the subordinate. As a subordinate, one has to be loyal to the one with the authority.

Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger. I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.” “Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!” “And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.

“He owned the lemon orchard I used to start my business. I met him when I was a teenager. I told you, I spent the summer that followed the Miriam incident at my grandparents’ horse ranch. The Don came to buy a pair of horses for his stables. He and I spent hours talking about the theory of organic farming and how to reduce greenhouse gases. I called him a few years later and asked if I could use his orchard to try an experiment. He agreed and within a short time, I purchased his land and began manufacturing the fruit in various products. He is also a limited partner in three hotels I own, but that is only because he wanted a place to stay when he travels. It is easier for him than leasing.”

“And trust is a tricky thing, isn’t it?” Elena felt Adrian tense beside her. She met the man’s gaze. “Trust is built through actions, not assumptions.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Interesting answer.” He leaned back. “You know, Elena, I heard quite a few things about you. Some say you’re loyal, hardworking. Others…” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Others say you’re a liability.” Lucas smirked, but Adrian remained silent. Elena didn’t flinch. “People say many things. The only truth that matters is the one proven over time.”

But my intuition told me that I could trust her and I was starting to feel more confident listening to it. The doctor pursed her lips for a moment. "Do you trust Maverick?" she asked Luke. Luke snorted, "Let's just say he has more pluses in his column than negatives." "What about Tru? Do you trust her?" Luke slid his eyes my way. One of his hands dropped and rubbed against his recently healed thigh. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and said, "I guess so." "Tru, do you trust Maverick?" asked the doctor.

Tap. Trust Sonya? Or is this a trap?

Below it, in clean black letters, Trust updates one line. LEONARDO VALE: NON-RETRIEVABLE.

If Treasure Trove encountered such questions, it meant their reputation was starting to plummet. Alba replied, feeling a little angry, “Everyone, Treasure Trove is one of the top five trading companies in the Central Sacred Continent. This is due to the hard work and accumulation of the ancestors of the Fellowes family and the generations after them. Do you think we would deliberately ruin the reputation of the company? Is our reputation only worth as much as a mid-level Soulbound Weapon? You underestimate us too much.”

"I've built a large client base, and once I start advertising your resort to my people, they'll come swarming." "That's too good to be true," Tom huffs. "I don't know what you're trying to play at, but..." "Trust," Atlas counters, cutting the man off. "There is no game at all. I have always provided my clients with the utmost care and trust. Because of that, they have faith in the homes, businesses, and resorts that I advertise to them." For a moment, neither man speaks as they consider Atlas' words, but from the look on their faces, it's clear that they still don't quite believe him.