Chapter 734

Chapter 734:
“I hear you loud and clear, Mr. Briggs,” Mr. Glyn said, bobbing his head as if his life depended on it. The sweat running down his back made him squirm in his seat. “That old house? A treasure. We completely overlooked its historical value. I’ll rework the plans immediately to keep it just as it is.”
William gave a small nod, a hint of a smile flickering as he motioned toward the stack of papers. “Good. Looks like we’ll work well together.” He reached for another file, then paused just long enough for the silence to feel loaded. “One more thing about that land project. Nebula’s proposal looks fine to me. Where do you think it needs fixing?”
Mr. Glyn’s stomach dropped. How could he forget that Nebula had once belonged to the Briggs Group before being sold off? He had assumed William was too high up to care about a small fry like Nebula. But bringing it up now? That was a curveball.
William drummed his fingers on the desk in an even rhythm. “If I’m remembering right, Horizon Group was planning to team up with Nebula at first, wasn’t it?”
Mr. Glyn nearly swallowed his tongue. “Yes, sir, you’re right. It was just a little mix-up, nothing serious.” He wasn’t stupid enough to argue with William, so all he could do was nod and go along with it.
William arched a brow. “A mix-up? I was starting to think you were leaning toward Walsh Group’s offer over Nebula’s.”
The words cut both ways—an opening for Mr. Glyn to choose where he stood.
Mr. Glyn ducked his head. “I’ve reconsidered. Nebula’s plan wins. Horizon Group hasn’t locked anything in with Walsh yet, so there’s still room to move. I’ll go along with what you want, Mr. Briggs.”
William’s brow twitched at that. “What I want?”
Mr. Glyn panicked, realizing his slip of the tongue. Quickly forcing a smile, he tried to cover it up. “Sorry, I misspoke. I’ll go with the proposal that fits the land best. Don’t worry, Mr. Briggs, it’ll be handled fairly.”
William gave a small nod, clearly satisfied, then waved him off like he was already done with the matter.
By the time Mr. Glyn stepped out of the Briggs Group building, his shirt was sticking to his back with sweat. The man’s presence was suffocating, and every second inside felt like walking on glass. One wrong word, and Horizon Group could’ve been crushed.
Back in his car, Mr. Glyn wasted no time and rang up his assistant, telling the latter to get in touch with Marc right away.
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When the assistant delivered the news that Horizon Group was pulling out of the partnership, Marc was left completely stunned.
Only yesterday, Mr. Glyn had been all friendly and assured him with full confidence, saying, “Everything’s going exactly as planned.” Yet now, out of the blue, he was backpedaling and claiming the partnership might not even happen?
“What do you mean ‘can’t continue the partnership’?” Marc snapped, barely keeping his temper in check.
The assistant’s voice stayed polite, almost rehearsed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Walsh. This is Mr. Glyn’s decision. He hopes you’ll understand. There will be chances to work together again in the future.”
Marc let out a bitter laugh. Understand? Really?
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