Max left Westfield and returned to a hotel, seething with rage. Waverly was sitting by the window, leaning on the window that overlooked Burlington. Her eyes were dark and nostalgic. When she heard the door unlocking, she composed her thoughts and asked, “Back so soon, Brother? Have you signed the Westfield contract?” “I failed. That woman, Charmine, was able to design an ancient-styled tower, and the bunch was persuaded on the spot. Seeing her capability, it seems rather hard to plot against the Jordan Group.” Max’s tone dripped with fury. Waverly frowned. Was Charmine that capable? However, after a moment, she looked at Max and comforted him gently, “Brother, don’t worry—this is only a start. It’s a minor setback, is all. We can make it up from the others, and I believe you’ll be able to make a name in Burlington and take over the Jordan Group.” Her voice was gentle and beautiful, one that eased a person’s mind. “Thank you, Waverly. I’ll work hard for you.” Suddenly,
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