Chapter 592

Chapter 592:

Red Jack shrugged and said resignedly, “I’m also waiting for the right opportunity. I have already made all the necessary preparations. Once the time is right, I’ll take action. By then, I guarantee Ashton will say goodbye to this world.”

On the day of the bidding event, the Fultz Hotel and its surrounding streets were unusually bustling with activity. Though the event had yet to begin, the hotel was already packed with people.

For every company in Staville, this day was crucial—a chance to claim a piece of a multi-billion dollar project. None could afford to let this opportunity slip away.

Even the smaller family businesses hoped to make a powerful move, dreaming that winning a project contract would bring prosperity to their companies.

Ashton, the head of Skyline Group’s branch in Staville, naturally had to be present.

However, his interest wasn’t truly in the bidding itself.

In reality, Ashton had strategically coordinated this event alongside senior officials in Staville.

The government had long planned for the redevelopment of the old district, and this bidding event provided the perfect opportunity to reveal hidden threats within Staville, a strategy advantageous on all fronts.

Backed by Staville’s senior officials, Ashton had stationed his men within and around the Fultz Hotel for an ambush. If anyone from the Dark Night Organization dared to make a move at the event, Ashton was prepared to capture them all.

Ashton wasn’t attending alone; Abrial, a partner in the branch company, accompanied him.

Although Ashton led the company, he was admittedly unfamiliar with the finer details of business. Therefore, he entrusted most of the company’s affairs, including this bidding, to Abrial, who accepted this arrangement without complaint.

Since Ashton had acquired Sup Group’s assets, the branch company they ran together had grown nearly as large as the Carter family’s own business.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

This successful partnership had significantly boosted Abrial’s status within her family. Those who once held prejudices against her were now much friendlier, greeting her warmly.

Abrial recognized that, while Ashton wasn’t directly managing the company, his contributions were pivotal. It was his support that allowed her to showcase her skills.

Initially, she had been somewhat hostile toward Ashton, often clashing with him. But over time, her attitude had softened considerably.

For the bidding event, Abrial dressed elegantly, walking arm-in-arm with Ashton as they arrived at the venue.

Occasionally, Ashton could feel a soft pressure from her chest against his arm. Though he tried to pull away, her grip only tightened.

“Abrial, could you ease up on my arm a bit? Aren’t you worried people might get the wrong idea about us?” Ashton asked, slightly exasperated.

While greeting acquaintances, Abrial leaned in and murmured softly, “Our company has been doing well lately, hasn’t it? Some families have been eyeing us, trying to set me up with their heirs. I want to use this moment to deter them from pushing me into their families. I mean, I’m using you as my excuse to turn them down, but aren’t you enjoying this even a little? I bet my bosoms are fuller than Rosalie’s. What do you think? Feels soft, doesn’t it? Maybe tonight, I’ll let you find out just how soft.”

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