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Nina’s POV**

The room buzzed with tension as Mr. Trump stood at the head of the table, his imposing figure radiating authority. His piercing gaze swept over everyone, his face set in a stern expression that could silence even the boldest among us.

"Now listen to me, Mr. Maxwell," he began, his voice a mixture of calm confidence and razor-sharp criticism. "Whether Jasper is the shareholder, the head of the family, or whatever self-important title he’s assigned himself, that’s his business. I don’t care. I don’t care if Mark is the shareholder either. What I care about is the fact that Jasper," he paused, his eyes locking onto Jasper like a hawk zeroing in on its prey, "doesn’t know anything about antiques. Not a single thing. Nothing upstairs."

Jasper’s face turned crimson, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. He looked at Mr. Maxwell for support, but Maxwell, for once, was too stunned to respond immediately.

"Are you trying to discriminate against him?" Maxwell f
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